the beotch. OMG. I took this gal Cindy out on a date. Very nice, I might add. We went to Hemingways – um, can you say expensive? Holy Shitole – $350 for dinner and 1 frickin bottle of wine. Ok, so I was trying to impress. It so didn’t work. She, by the end of the meal was bitching about all of her ex’s. I DON’T want to hear about other guys – GIRLS please listen, don’t say anything about exes on the first date – or any for that matter. We don’t care. She seriously bitched for about 2 hours and then I was done. I tried to change the subject, but somehow she always got back to Jim. UGH – I don’t care! She’s done, $350 wasted, totally wasted. But better to know at the beginning I suppose.