I don't have any tattoos but if I used to want something Elvish tattooed on my right upper back. I was really into Lord of the Rings.

Surgeon working on aortic stent grafts.

Bars. Clubs are so pretentious and expensive. And on another note, I'd rather date a guy that goes to the bars with his buddies than some d-bag who goes to the clubs to get girls.

Nope. But I've definitely walked out on my fair share of bosses. I can't stand rude assholes on power trips.

No way. Too many stalkers.

Emmanuelle Chriqui. Anyone who watches Entourage will know I am right. And of course, in a heartbeat. I'd just have to ignore the fact that she was in You Don't Mess With the Zohan.

I can't cheat. I'd get caught.

Thursday. I work at a bar and it's my off night. Plus, there's nothing better than knowing I have one more day and then I'm free for the weekend!

I wish I could lie and say I wouldn't take the cheap shot... but I would.

Oh God. This actually happened to me. Well, first he picked me up an hour late. Because he didn't tell me where are going, I had to guess what to wear and probably be under/over dressed. We pulled into a gas station and I waited in the car and watched him flirt with the gas station attendant. After he put $5.00 in his tank we made our way to some disgustingly expensive restaurant where he tells me I can have "anything off of the menu because I can afford it." The entire meal all he did was talk about the celebrities that he had met and how many connections he had. He invited me back to his house for a drink so I said yes just to see what else was going to happen. When we got in his house he went on Facebook chat! I'm seriously not kidding. He then asked me to come look at pictures of him from when he was a fat in high school and ended up flipping through all 900 of his pictures. I finally said I had to go study (which is always a lie, guys).