In my head I thought, 'He’s cute, I’d never date him but I might make-out with him.' But, upon exiting, the guy goes 'Julie, I need to tell you something. I don’t go to Columbia,' and I said very casually 'Oh okay, where do you go?

'Me: 'Haha' (eye roll)Him: 'I'm gonna use the little boys' room. Moments later, he proceeded to go on a seemingly unrelated tangent about how everyone in the world 'has their price.' He told me I had a price.

It's diff—they don't judge you and the judges don't face the singers.'Him: 'Should we turn around? I nodded along, asked questions, and told myself that maybe I would learn something interesting about Sam Walton..I could tell there was something off about this dude.

I was seriously looking for a nice, down-to-earth guy that had similar interests and was looking for a nice, normal girl. This is an excerpt of an email I sent to all my friends after the date from hell. Profile: Mr Mc Steamy Wants children: Yes College: Cornell Works in: Finance Drinking: Socially Salary: I'll tell you later What he wants: 5'0' to 5'9', smart, inquisitive, fun-loving girl to share life with."We met at Coffee Shop in Union Square. He agreed, and we planned to meet at Penn Station to the bar together."I get there and can't find him anywhere, so I call his phone.

I was shocked into stoned silence and didn’t say or do anything, not even when my date started sobbing quietly in the cop car."At the precinct where I spent three hours of my life, my date was herded into a man’s holding cell with a few Rastafarians while I sat alone in the women’s cell.

On day two, my challenge was to say hello to someone on the subway.

If you were a stripper what song would you come out to? I watched in dumb terror as his handlebar mustache said he'd had a great night, then briskly planted one straight on the kisser, blurting, 'Very good! Very bad, indeed.""When I first moved to the city, I decided that I would do something challenging each day. If you walked down a red carpet what designer would you wear? ' 'Susie had a big ol' jam at so-and-so's the other weekend, got me a 45-minute blow job in the back room.' Buddy beamed, turning to me. If you fell off your chair at what velocity would you fall? Polite intros were made, and when I turned around to order a drink, buddy casually tossed out, 'Clowned up, lately? Shrugging his shoulders, Steve mumbled, 'Not since Jan's party a while back—you? I could get her to go home with me right now if I offered her enough money. When I come back, it's your turn to ask me questions! When I asked him what he meant by that, he pointed at a woman sitting at the bar and said, 'That girl has a price. We end up going to Lucky Strike in Soho where he orders a fancy bottle of wine, and proceeds to tell me that he just graduated from Columbia, won an award for ‘entrepreneur of the year,’ and is starting a clothing line.