Frankie says… Date online with caution. (Should go without saying, but hey… a little reinforcement never hurt anyone – myself included.) I am very likely going to completely embarrass myself by telling this story, but it’s too juicy and ridiculous and hysterical not to tell… A few weeks ago I signed up for a dating website that caters to pretty girls looking for…well, let’s just be out with it – sugar daddies. Yes, I, an intelligent, independent, hard-working young woman, signed up for a sugar daddy dating site. So as not get into the reasons why too deeply, I’ll just say that I was incredibly tired of meeting guys that couldn’t even afford to take me out to dinner, or only wanted sex, or never wanted sex, or any of the other myriad mismatched dating situations I found myself in. I’d tried a couple of other traditional dating sites with not much success (nor effort, I must admit, but it’s so hard when all I get is, xxx_Romeo_xxx who is 5’5” 250 lbs. from West Covina wants to meet you!). So I stepped up the playing field a little and went to what I’ll call “Sugar.com.” After a couple weeks of 70-year-olds, fat men, ugly men, creepy men, and men who were married, a Dean Cain look-alike contacted me. He was 35, lived in Los Angeles and had a hefty income. We’ll call him Andrew. I jumped at the opportunity. I emailed back, we chatted a bit, and then started texting and trying to find a time to meet. I was having an exceptionally busy week, and he seemed just as tied up. He invited me to his holiday party at his Hollywood Hills house (who am I kidding? His Hollywood Hills mansion), on...