This time I was really going to talk to him. Really.
Andrea kindly invited me to a Moroccan fashion show in Chelsea, which was held inside a giant, super-hip, barn-like structure (can barns be hip? The answer is yes). I didn’t know until we got there that the show was being thrown by another Real Housewife—the feisty Bethenny. So, of course, the suave Simon/Alex combo were there sipping away at cocktails and looking slightly uncomfortable. Andrea, A. and I also began taking advantage of the free Grey Goose until we were ready to talk to anyone. But then the fashion show started, and we watched and discussed, and then we began planning the rest of our nights, and my bold, fearless meeting seemed best kept…for next time.
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