"Would you like a dinner companion who changes the location four times, shows up late, answers an endless succession of cell phone calls, talks about how much money he makes, drops the names of his more famous friends, doesn't ask you so much as what you do for a living, ducks out before the check comes, and probably won't acknowledge your existence if you should run into him again?"

Then you'll definitely want to enter the NY Post's dinner with P. Diddy contest, writes Low Culture. Me, I was up all night, making fake hotmail accounts, entering over and over again. I must have dinner with Mr. Diddy.
But enough about me... [Low Culture]