Jun 18 2008
Sacrificing Myself For the Greater Good
Friday night two of the usual suspects (Kendra and I) happened upon happy hour at the usual spot (The Belmont). Giselle was recovering from too many Skinny Girl Margaritas (found a step by step recipe - below) the night before so she opted out. But we were joined by a few of the semi-usual suspects and good times(and several drinks) were had by all.
Being in L.A. at least 75% of the present company at any given time will be in the entertainment industry and such was the case that night. We went back and forth about what films sucked, who acquired what, who read which script and were even treated to a mini rundown of the Cannes Film Festival (I SO need to be there next year). But as always, when groups of women congregate there is (a teeny tiny bit of) discussion of men. Dating specifically.
So as we talk about all the crazy men out here, the men that mooch off of you (one girl said the guy she’s dating actually just showed up one day and never went home) and just how it’s hard to date out here in general (because LA is full of horny weirdos). It made me think about the fact that I used to have a ton of crazy dating stories, but my pool has been dry for a minute. What gives?
Having said that I’ve decided to lend myself to scientific research for the betterment of all womankind. I’ve set up four dates with guys I’m only mildly interested in just to see what happens. Knowing me, the predictable will happen. Developing.



A nice date, you ask? Nice, contrary to popular belief, does not always mean expensive. It does, however, mean thoughtful. Being thoughtful includes giving your Dream Girl a little advanced notice. Don’t call us on Thursday trying to make plans for Friday or Saturday. Even if your schedule just cleared up (which is code for my other date cancelled or all of my friends have dates already) resist doing it. You missed your window of opportunity because that girl is likely already busy, and if she’s not she’s going to act like it. Why? Well, a new guy, no matter how much we like him, should be trying to impress us, at least until we’ve gone out 3 times. So try and call us by Wednesday (afternoon not night right before you’re hitting the sack). We like forethought, not afterthought.

