Calmly, he suggests I wait a few minutes outside here, because he assures me it will be harder to find him inside. So I stand there and people are taking pictures of me while I scan every face for the fictional Jon Tsen.

Five minutes pass, then ten. Mr. Headset walks over to me and touches me gently on the elbow. "Why don't you go on in, I'm sure he figures you bailed on him for those NBC types."

And I walk down the red carpet next to some celebrity I recognized but couldn't name. My heart was pounding, I had been focused so long on the "I'm meeting someone here" that being thrust into this bevy of beautiful people it really hit me. I didn't know a single person here. I wasn't meeting anyone.

Camryn Manheim walked by smiled at me and told me I looked beautiful. I told her she did too.

So I head over to the food table thinking I might as well eat. Robert Wuhl was just in front of me. He turned and introduced himself and we started gabbing. I told him I was meeting someone but appear to have been stood up. He suggests that he introduce me to a guy he knows who won an Emmy and was also dateless.

It wasn't a love connection but he introduced me to loads more famous people and invited me to the after party.

At the end of the night as we were leaving my "date" was tired of holding his Emmy. Oh cry me a river. He asked if I'd carry it out for him on the red carpet. Of course I would! I winked at the security guy who let me in as fans behind the barricades screamed, "we love you!!!" Once again multiple flashes were blinding me as people photographed the mystery woman holding the Emmy. I bet that caused some confusion for the photo editors the following day.

"Huh? Who the f*ck is this?"

Since I was probably the only one who didn't arrive by limo the valets knew exactly which car to retrieve. We hopped in the Porsche, threw the emmy in the back and sped off to the after party at the Four Seasons.

written by Moxie