Okay. For all of you who asked, the guy at the bar I talked with? The one I made a bet with my co-worker I could hold a three-minute conversation with? I won (Maria, you owe me $1).

After admitting to this poor guy I’d made a bet (and a startled look) I actually said, ‘Do you come here often?’

Warning: you all are going to have to get used to this. Sometimes, Addie says. really. dumb. things.

It must’ve been a dreadful strain, whatever we yammered on about, but I do remember getting to three minutes and then Maria showed up to pull me away. To our collective relief.

Okay. Addie needs a shot in the arm. And a vacation.

Las Vegas.

… just landed. My favorite resort is a lively spot this week. I’ve printed out my dating coach’s homework, stuffed it into my spangly evening clutch, and am about to walk down to the casino clubs — and into what looks to be a jungle, flirting-wise.

The Walk, check. The Smile, check. The Friendly Attitude, got that.

Here we go ..

(PS: Wondering about all this flirty walking and smiling homework is? Annie taught me.)