[Submit your own Gawker Stalker sightings to stalker@gawker.com] They still take the subway? And boy was he a hot sweaty mess! Literally drenched!

Also a couple of months ago he had sent one of his hangers-on up to me at Boiler Room (a skeezy gay bar) and asked me to come talk to him… his friend was busted and he looks like lurch but a midget, I politely declined and when that was not enough he persisted on saying "Do you know who he is?" Now listen, I've been around the block quite a few times and dating in New York can be like a marathon sport, and I've bedded some very important men, why did he think a line like that would sending me running over to him? The party wasn't even that good…I would never waste my time…oh snap!