The other day I was talking with Twinkie and I found out some things that surprised me. Twinkie and I have shared quite a few crazy escapades and you have to know someone pretty well to trust them with "drunk off your ass, making a fool of yourself" type of secrets.

It's really silly what surprised me. I asked her if she had seen Neverland -- Twinkie is a major film buff. She said, "No because I hate Johnny Depp."

SHE HATES JOHNNY DEPP??

How can she hate Johnny Depp? We are so much alike in other ways. Not believing what I just heard, I asked her about his outstanding performance in Pirates of the Caribbean. She's never seen it.

By this time I was stunned. Then she dropped another bombshell. She has never watched Titanic. I was sure everyone had seen this movie, but not Twinkie. She said she stays away from movies that are over-hyped.

This was something that I never knew about her.

Then I started to think about how few people really know me. They only know the version of me that I want them to see. Depending on who they are, they can get two completely different personalities.

So who really knows me? I think my husband knows me pretty well; at least he knows most of my faults and somehow still loves me.

And Twinkie knows me pretty well. She is one of those people who can look right through the facade and see the real you.

A few weeks ago we had my hubby's annual birthday bash. Twinkie always looks forward to this event because you never know what is going to happen. It's also one of the few occasions where she lets herself get ripped. On this occasion, I found out how well she really knew me.

You see, few realize that I am a master manipulator. In fact, I do it for sport.

It's not something I do everyday, normally I only do it in a bar full of drunks. I get a rush out of convincing drunks to do something that they normally wouldn't do. In fact, I am so good at it, that they think it is their own idea.

One of my best stunts was the time that I convinced "Sue" (not her real name) that the guy across the bar from us was really hot.

Now Sue knew this guy, he was part of our bar crowd. That night she was very condescending about him and making comments about what a loser he was. Half way through the night I whispered to my friend, "Watch me convince Sue to hook up with XXX?"

It took me about two hours of pretending that I thought he was the hottest thing walking but she started moving his way. I new I had her when I said, "if I was not married I would let him treat me right." She said "Really?" She said it in that "I never really looked at it that way" tone. I knew all I had to do was reel her in.

This was classic persuasion – almost a textbook case. This poor guy even had a date with him that night and "Sue" ended up running her off by threatening to "kick her ass if she did not stay away from her man." She had decided this guy was going home with her, no matter what. Sue won the prize and took the poor sap home for the night.

The next morning "Sue" called.

Sue: What the f*ck happened? Oh my God, how in the hell did I end up with him?

Me: I couldn't believe it. You started telling me that you though he was hot and you wanted to take him home. I tried to talk you out of it but you kept saying that he was so hot. I tried to talk you out of it, but you had your sights set on him.

Sue: I have to quit drinking so much. I can't believe I wanted him. Arrrruggghhhh,

Me: Yeah you probably shouldn't drink so much; someone might take advantage of you.

Did I ever feel any guilt? Yes, a little remorse toward the guy. Come to find out, he had always had a crush on Sue but thought she was out of his league. But then again, he did get a night with his dream girl out of it without even trying. I am the one who did all the hard work.

Fast forward to the birthday bash...

At one point I tried to convince Twinkie to do some dirty dancing with a bar newbie named Joe. I thought it would be fun to watch Joe try and keep up. I'm not sure what I said to her, but I insinuated that Joe had challenged her dancing ability.

Drunk as she was, she turned around and said, "I think you are mistaken, I am one of the staff."

"What?" I said, momentarily confused.

Twinkie replied, "You don’t realize who you are talking to, I am one of the staff, I know your agenda."

I laughed so hard coke flew out my nose. By telling me that she was "one of the staff" she was really saying that I could not play with her because she already new the plan.

Yeah, Twinkie knows me.