Who Was Tori Spelling's Date?

Tor Spelling is playing her own version of blind items with her latest blog post. I am not sure why she cannot say the name of her date. I mean was the guy married then? Was Tori seeing someone? Anyway, as the stori (like how I did that?) goes, Tori says this was by far the worst date of her life.

If you can get over her need to tell us how he picked the best place and was the best looking guy ever and that she uses words like she went to Ted Casablanca High School and got her Masters while studying Twilight novels then you can get to the funny stuff. Seriously. I am sparing you. If you want to read the whole unedited version then click here.

But before I could ask, "What are you going to order?", he announced, slamming down his menu, “I'm not very hungry. What do you say we just get drinks?" What? Was this really happening? Was braised lamb shank not in my future? I weighed the heavenly bone marrow against his perfectly chiseled jaw and adorably prominent dimples and replied, "Sure.” I then selfishly prayed for breadsticks that would never come. He ordered us both Rum and Cokes. Oh no! I was a wine girl. I didn't usually drink hard alcohol. But, I had to act cool, so I went with it.

Well, four rum and cokes and two hours of a one-way conversation later, I was way too drunk and bored. Did he want to know anything about me? I was feeling sick. Actually, the room started spinning at this point, as he went on and on about how David Charvet robbed him blind from what would have been his breakout role on "Baywatch." When suddenly his dimples started floating up on his forehead I knew I had to find a bathroom and quick. I excused myself from the riveting conversation and bolted for the bathroom. I just kept telling myself, “Don't make eye contact with the restaurant patrons, or their amazingly delicious meals, and walk straight.” Then, I saw it, the door. The bathroom door! Five more steps, and I'd be safely in a bathroom stall where I could puke my guts out in privacy. Classy, I know. I pushed open the door, smiled with victory, and walked right into...the kitchen. Oh no!

The whole kitchen staff looked up at me. It was bustling and I was busting. I put my hands up to cover my mouth, but I knew it was too late. A waiter rushed over with a massive copper saucepan where I proceeded to vomit the four rum and cokes and the cliff bar I had had at 11am into it.

She then asked her date to go home because she was not feeling well. He then tried for a good night kiss, got rebuffed and then called two weeks later trying to get an audition for a new series her dad was producing. I would like to know who the guy is just because she goes on and on and on and on and on about how good looking he was.