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ASK FALLON: Why do I always leave the Disco alone?

Ask Fallon, solving unreal problems for unreal people. Fallon Carrington-Colby is an Heiress, Hotel Manager and Interior Designer. She lives in Denver Colorado with her long-suffering husband Jeff and their two dogs Misty and Jensen. Dear Fallon I am a thirty-five year old man looking to date again after finalising a relatively amicable divorce. My ex-wife Bunny and I used to love to go out dancing every Friday night so I have recently started to frequent Shapiro’s, a Discotheque in Manhattan where sophisticated people go to meet. I seem to have no problem meeting women. The sparks fly, the conversation flows, they laugh at all my jokes, then as we move to the dance floor and I show them my best moves, they tell me they have a headache or suddenly don’t feel well and have to go home. Fallon what am I doing wrong? Why do I always leave the Disco alone? Fallon replies: Honey while I’m sure you have no problem meeting and conversing with women and they laugh at all your jokes, …

ASK FALLON: My husband is leaving me for our Interior Designer

Ask Fallon, solving unreal problems for unreal people. Fallon Carrington Colby is an Heiress, Hotel Manager and Interior Designer. She lives in Denver Colorado with her long-suffering husband Jeff and their two dogs Misty and Jensen. Dear Fallon My husband is the founder and owner of a successful Tech Firm in San Francisco where we have lived for the past ten years in our beautiful house in Pacific Heights. Last year we bought an apartment in New York so we can have a home away from home when we are there for business (I’m the screenwriter for a popular daytime soap) and my husband asked me to hire an Interior Designer to help give our pied-à-terre a much needed make-over. After months of searching a friend recommended “Izabel” (no surname, she is only known by her first name) a Brazilian Model/Interior Designer who had recently transformed her home in Palm Springs. Now three months into the project our New York apartment is in complete disarray and my husband tells me that a) he is selling …

ASK FALLON: My sister is being abducted by aliens

Ask Fallon, solving unreal problems for unreal people. Fallon Carrington Colby is an Heiress, Hotel Manager and Interior Designer. She lives in Denver Colorado with her long suffering husband Jeff and their two dogs Misty and Jensen. Dear Fallon My husband and I recently threw a dinner party for friends and investors in our business. As with most of our dinner parties we invited my sister as she travels often and always has the most wonderful stories to tell to keep our guests entertained. However, right in the middle of dessert she got up from her chair, flung a glass of champagne all over Piers my husband’s tennis coach, and announced she is being abducted by aliens every Friday night and in her own words “beaming up to their spaceship since she was six years-old”. Now our friends and investors want nothing more to do with us and we are the laughing-stock of Bel Air. What do we do? Fallon replies: As an alien abductee myself I can tell you that being abducted by aliens …

ASK FALLON: Solving unreal problems for unreal people

Fallon Carrington Colby is an Heiress, Hotel Manager and Interior Designer. She lives in Denver Colorado with her long suffering husband Jeff and their two dogs Misty and Jensen. Dear Fallon My husband and I recently celebrated a significant wedding anniversary. I surprised him with an extravagant ski trip to Switzerland which we leave for in two months and he bought me another Cartier necklace. Now I don’t want to sound ungrateful however I’m so over Cartier and would really prefer something from Bvlgari, what should I do? Fallon replies: Like my mother I’m more of a Van Cleef and Arpels girl but each to their own. I remember a story my father’s Chauffeur once told me about how the ski resorts in Europe are absolutely full of the best and most discreet jewellery thieves in the world. Apparently they all pose as bartenders so, hypothetically speaking, if one were to order a “White Negroni” at the bar, any bar, and slip the bartender their room key, one might come back to their hotel room …