It's the most glamorous, glittering, gala event of the year, and I can honestly say that it is an honor just to be nominated.Yes, it's Bad Date Oscars time again.My Grrl Genius club holds the Bad Date Oscars at a lovely Italian restaurant every year, just after the so-called "real Oscars." Our ceremony lasts half the night, but with all the Chianti and cannelloni, it seems to fly by in an instant.The attendees and nominees are single, married, divorced, remarried and living together. Truly we are at every level of the dating food chain.As always we try to start the evening off with a bang before we get into all the technical awards (Best Shoes for Running Away In, Best Fake Emergency Cell Phone Call), and this year is no exception. My friend Tabitha is truly nervous as the nominees for her category, Best Survival of a Setup, are announced. When the envelope is opened and she hears her name as the winner for her performance in The Tax Attorney Who Supposedly Forgot His Wallet at Dinner and Then Wrote Her a Check to Cover It and Then It Bounced, she bursts into tears. With hugs all around, she stumbles up to where our Oscar Babe (an adorable waiter named Gary that we gave an extra 50 bucks) is holding the little gold-colored trophy, which is actually a Godiva chocolate bunny (because, quite honestly, we don't really need trophies, but we do need chocolate)."This is just, oh, my God, this is just unbelievable!" Tabitha gushes as we all nod and smile, because truly it is unbelievable that a guy who drives a Lexus and insists on going to one of the most expensive places in town and tells her to "order whatever you want, Honey" would actually "forget" his wallet."I mean, when that check bounced and I realized I was going to have to pay the amount of a monthly car payment for a fattening dinner with a guy with awful breath and a rug so bad I was shocked it didn't actually have the word 'Welcome' printed on it, I was just devastated."