It was the summer of 1992 and I was in the prime of my life. I was a fit twenty-something male, not overly unattractive, well built and sporting my own teeth and hair.
Yep, the title says it all. A guy on Plenty Of Fish wanted to pay me to sleep with him. Why? Cause I was "the type of girl I could never get." Now you must be thinking this is flattering, it's not. I was so offended, and the more he begged the more offended I got.
I am 26 years old. And I am cute. Just to get that out of the way.
The city of Los Angeles is like dating. The actual layout, city planning, how to navigate it, is like dating or like how dating works. The traffic is the equivalent of how you end up dating a person. Maybe you met in a bar or maybe a grocery store (Bristol Farms has worked for me in the past)? And then of course there are the dating apps. But all in all, it’s the same thing. It’s traffic. It’s how you get there. Just like when you’re going somewhere in Los Angeles. From Bel Air to Silverlake, you can take the 405 (seriously?) to the 101 and just exit. Of course, you will want to account for the timing of your journey. Just like in dating. You could also not care about timing and take the scenic route. Taking Sunset the whole way, like if you feel that you’re not on a schedule to get there, at all, and you at least want the journey to be scenic, maybe even pleasurable.
I'm having the most amazing time by myself at a tiki bar in Winter Haven, Florida.
When I was growing up I always wondered why my Mom would sometimes be aggravated with my Dad. I didn’t yet have a husband, so I didn’t know. There is no Owner's Manuel for husbands; and every husband, just like every person, is unique. Some more unique than others...
From a dramatic period on my first, to having only one conversation on my second, I can safely say no date I have been on so far has been anything less than a total embarrassment and disaster!
It is said that everyone has lied in his life. But does this justify the fact that it is inappropriate to deliberately misinform?
The bottle of Vitamin Water.
Probably going to catch a lot of flack for this one.
When Richard and I met at a book party almost three years ago, he was at the tail end of a long marriage. What first drew us together was our love of style. That night, I chatted so openly with him because I believed he was gay. He was wearing a purple Lanvin suit with a floral tie, a polka-dotted pocket square, and striped socks. I couldn’t believe that a man who dressed so well could actually be straight.