I got a call today from someone who began the conversation with the query: "You recently visited The Melting Pot, correct?" Thoughts raced through my head: Could this be the girlfriend of the waiter I slipped my number to with the check? The manager calling to inform me I was no longer welcome due to sexual harassment? The waiter's mother warning me against being a shameful hussy and giving my phone number away so freely? 

Turns out, I gave out my number twice in one night and I have a better chance 

of winning a free spa party then I have of getting a date. Oh shucks.