Questions for the ladies man?

I was becoming jealous of all the Gordon Ramsay tales from Sydney and thought I was missing out. It appears he is a bit of a ladies man wooing Cucina Rebecca, kissing Julia and offered a bit of Mr Darcy for Augustus Gloop.
Now I’ve been unexpectedly invited to a Gordon Ramsay supper at Lamaro’s in South Melbourne by the nab private bank (no I’m not a client).
This is the terrible thing, I dumped going out with Kylie on one of our regular trawls of new bars of restaurants hidden down Melbourne’s laneways. On hearing this, Carl who runs the private side of the bank, assumed I had dumped Kylie Walker, the editor of Epicure and somebody who’ve I’ve never met. He pulled a few strings to secure a third ticket for the other Kylie, who funnily enough also works for The Age.
Anyway, after Gordon has swum across Albert Park lake to the restaurant, I’m hoping for the opportunity to ask some cheeky questions.
Any ideas?

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