What I Love About Stephen

I know I promised the scoop on my memorable first date with Stephen, and here it is! So sorry about the delay, but since I am usually a few days late for everything, and this is only one day late, according to LoulouLogic, that makes me early! Please forgive me if you operate on dull, boring clock time...
Now back to my favorite subject, Stephen. When he arrived to pick me up for our date, he looked so dapper he reminded me of Cary Grant or Cary Elwes or someone famous and very good looking like that! He wore this jacket and pants combo from Armani, but with just a button-down shirt underneath, and he's so much better looking than this model!

Also, I recognized his cologne, which is subtle and masculine and perfect. It's Acqua di Parma Essenza... Yummy! Then we had a lovely romantic dinner at a very, very nice restaurant. I'd love to tell you the name, but I am afraid the paparazzi will swarm us next time we are there. I am hoping it will become "our place!" (Even though it's my career as a hand model and all the good work I've done as a socialite that initially made me famous, since my publicist broke the news of the possible 2014 drop of my debut cabaret album, Loulou Rocks!, I can't go anywhere without the paparazzi following me! And Stephen is very very famous because his mother's great aunt was once photographed kissing Elvis! Also, his family is very distinguished and his father is in some kind of banking.) Anyway, after dinner, we went to his friend's housewarming party. He just bought a loft downtown (normally, I firmly stand behind my design philosophy that lofts are ugly, but his friend had hired a really, really good interior designer who made it look less, well, loft-y). We had a fabulous time and I was able to meet a few of his best guy friends, and they all seemed like really nice guys, which was obvious just by looking at them. Creeps do not wear corduroy or tweed, in my experience. We stayed at the party until almost 1 a.m., dancing and talking. I even had half a glass of champagne, but I drank it over the course of three hours, so I was only a little bit tipsy. There was just this buzz of electricity in the air all night long, and it wasn't just because Stephen's jacket was kind of staticky. It was the buzz of promise, of a future with a big white wedding and little Stephen Jr's running around. Did I write that out loud? I digress. I'll just wrap up by saying, once again, that it was definitely the best. date. ever.