On Tuesday night, jewlery designer Waris Ahluwalia and his hosts threw a small fete in honor of Waris' debut collection. Naturally, we've never heard of him (then again, we're on fashion's D-list) but apparently this character is tight with big-names like Wes Anderson and his new collection is actually slated to be the next really big deal or whatever.

Anyhow, all the fashionistas (Hamish Bowles! Fran Leibowitz! Damon Dash!) toasted Waris by downing fancy cocktails at Bergdorf's, then continued the celebration with an elaborate sit-down dinner at the Indian Consulate. And that's where our story gets a little more interesting.

Unbeknownst to Waris (and/or whoever sent out the invitations to this little event) there were two young party-crashers in their midst, who were—sadly—neither fashionable nor invited. Hailing from Radar magazine, our young crashers somehow snagged themselves two other reporters' seats, availed themselves of the free food, and knocked back cocktail after cocktail. All in honor of Waris, of course.

And for one of the crashers, let's call him "Neel" for now, this was hardly his first foray into gatecrashing. Earlier this year, said crasher also popped by unannounced at Ben Widdicombe's birthday bash, just in time to disturb the slumbering host.

But back to the evening at hand. Mr. Shah (oops, we've gone ahead and given away his full name) and guest were reportedly "being really cocky assholes, knocking back all the free booze and taking seats from invited guests," at least, according to various fellow party-goers of the "invited" variety.

Unsurprisingly, however, all this drinking eventually took its natural course, and one of the Radar gents — the one who goes by the name of Neel Shah — politely excused himself and gets up to use the facilities. Unfortunately, however, said gent neglected to shut the door completely, and when he returned to his (stolen) seat, he overheard loud murmurs of excited whispering.

Reports one spy:

Somebody sees him go to the bathroom and not wash his hands. The person who sees it announces to his whole table "Do not touch anything that Neel Shah touches — he does not wash his hands!" So Neel spends the next 45 minutes explaining to everyone how only 4 percent of guys actually wash their hands, and that he doesn't have a girlfriend now but when he did, she didn't mind that he never washed his hands.

And there you have it. Neel Shah, as single as they come, but not so much into the hand-washing. Is that a reason not to date him? Not according to Shah's ex, apparently! So come and strike while the iron is hot, ladies. Hey, he's no Brody Jenner, but at least he's in New York. Besides, you can always buy him a travel-sized Purell hand sanitizer for his birthday. Or, better yet, crash his birthday party, drink all the booze, and then not write about it the next day.

P.S. The parties Neel wasn't invited to and wasn't able to crash were super fun! Just ask anyone he knows!