"The doorman code of conduct?" I ask Gabriel. What did I do wrong this time? Or is Gabriel one of those Madonna/whore guys who can't deal with a girl who makes the first move? "No, the gentleman's code of conduct," he says. "And, I don't know, maybe needing better ambience? Like, not in a closet. Maybe dinner and a movie first?" I really don't know how to do this. When the stakes count. I am an idiot. I turn around to leave, embarrassed, but he presses his hand against the door to keep it from opening. (He really is a bad doorman.) Then he places the softest, sweetest kiss ever on the back of my neck. "We'll get there," he whispers in my ear. I got my kiss, I got my k--i-S-s."