Let me just say this: If a guy ripped my heart out by breaking our engagement, let me deal with breast cancer by myself and then came 'round asking me to to go for a bite to eat, I'd tell him to BITE ME. I don't care how many races he's won -- or if he is Lance Armstrong.
Apparently Sheryl Crow doesn't feel the same way. The twosome, who had a bitter breakup last year, were spotted dining at their favorite eatery in California and just happen to be staying at the same hotel that night, though in different rooms. Suuuuure.
I wonder how long it took Lance to come a knockin'.
Come on Sheryl, you're gorgeous and talented and smart! Or so I thought.