When you live in the L.A. area, everything is 40 minutes away. You just get used to it after while and accept it as a fact of California living.
But some people never get used to it. Yesterday I saw a personal ad on Craig's List from a girl who had moved to L.A. from Chicago and was looking to meet a nice guy.
We exchanged pics and she sent me her number. She was very pretty, and I called her right away. One of the first things she wanted to know was where I lived. I told her I was in Thousand Oaks.
Immediately she lost interest. She explained that she has met many guys, but they all lived more than 30 minutes away, and that was not a distance she was willing to drive on a regular basis. I can see her point: it is not fun to have to drive 30-40 minutes every time you want to see your Significant Other.
I told her that I was about 40 minutes away from her. I added that I was planning on moving to Tarzana, which would put me only 30 minutes away from her. She said that was still too far.
I think she may be a little too rigid with her rule to not date outside of the TMZ (Thirty-Mile Zone). I used to date a girl who lived 30 minutes away from me, and I did all the driving, but because I really loved her, I was willing to make the drive.
This L.A. gal is literally looking to meet the Boy Next Door. But in L.A., I'm not sure she will ever find her man. She has already rejected 90% of the male population of Cali as being G.U.
I suggested to her that she make her personal ad a little more detailed, spelling out exactly what she is looking for, but she said that would scare away too many guys. Instead, she chooses to waste every one's time with phone calls where she usually rejects most guys within the first five minutes, after finding out where they live.
Seems to me she has not learned one of the first rules of dating: Sometimes if you meet someone you like, you have to be willing to put up with something you don't like, such as a 40-minute drive.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
MY DATE STOLE HER DINNER!
When you’ve been single as long as I have, you wind up spending a lot of money on women that you go out with once and then never see again.
Recently I decided I was tired of spending so much money on women who would pass in and out of my life so quickly. I met a new girl at a bar last week, and instead of inviting her out for dinner, I decided I would invite her out for drinks – thus, saving myself the cost of a meal.
I ate dinner at home before our date, and I made sure I mentioned that fact to my date beforehand. My date (we’ll call her Kelly) was busy moving that day, and, as it turned out, had not had time to eat dinner.
We had arranged to meet at a local restaurant/bar. Kelly invited several of her friends to join us. Kelly was hungry, so she ordered herself a dinner. Everybody else at the table had already eaten, so the rest of us just had drinks. (Kelly did offer us all the opportunity to nibble off her plate, but we mostly passed.)
After she finished her dinner, Kelly decided it would be fun to head over to another part of the bar where there was a woman doing tarot card readings. Just like that, everybody at the table got up and went over to the other side of the club. Kelly still had not paid for her dinner.
One by one, every member of the group had their fortune told by the tarot card lady. Everyone, that is, except for me, since I don’t believe in any of that mystical mumbo jumbo.
An hour or so later, it was time to go. It was a weeknight, and most of the group had to be up early for work the next day. As we walked out the door, I was stunned that Kelly had made no effort to pay for her dinner.
I asked Kelly, “Don’t we need to take care of our tab?” (And by that I meant, “Don’t YOU need to take care of YOUR tab?” Kelly thought about it for half a second and replied, “I think my other friend already took care of it.”
As we headed out the exit, I looked for our waitress, but at that moment, she was nowhere in sight. I knew that Kelly’s friend had not paid the tab, and I think deep down inside, Kelly probably knew it, too.
But with our waitress nowhere to be found, there was no way to confirm it at that exact moment. And so we all left the restaurant.
All I could think about was how that waitress was probably going to have to pay for Kelly’s dinner. Most restaurants make the server pay the tab for any customers who walk out.
I saw no reason why I should have to pay for Kelly’s dinner. After all, I had invited her out for drinks, not dinner. Hell, she had a good job and she could afford to buy her own meal.
But Kelly did not seem too worried about paying her tab. She drove off without giving it a second thought. I never saw Kelly again after that night. She probably thought I was a cheap-ass for not buying her dinner, but I didn’t care. I just wanted there to be one night where I didn’t have to buy a dinner for some girl I was never going to see again.
In the end, nobody wound up paying for Kelly’s dinner, except maybe the waitress.
I bet the tarot card lady never saw that one coming!
Recently I decided I was tired of spending so much money on women who would pass in and out of my life so quickly. I met a new girl at a bar last week, and instead of inviting her out for dinner, I decided I would invite her out for drinks – thus, saving myself the cost of a meal.
I ate dinner at home before our date, and I made sure I mentioned that fact to my date beforehand. My date (we’ll call her Kelly) was busy moving that day, and, as it turned out, had not had time to eat dinner.
We had arranged to meet at a local restaurant/bar. Kelly invited several of her friends to join us. Kelly was hungry, so she ordered herself a dinner. Everybody else at the table had already eaten, so the rest of us just had drinks. (Kelly did offer us all the opportunity to nibble off her plate, but we mostly passed.)
After she finished her dinner, Kelly decided it would be fun to head over to another part of the bar where there was a woman doing tarot card readings. Just like that, everybody at the table got up and went over to the other side of the club. Kelly still had not paid for her dinner.
One by one, every member of the group had their fortune told by the tarot card lady. Everyone, that is, except for me, since I don’t believe in any of that mystical mumbo jumbo.
An hour or so later, it was time to go. It was a weeknight, and most of the group had to be up early for work the next day. As we walked out the door, I was stunned that Kelly had made no effort to pay for her dinner.
I asked Kelly, “Don’t we need to take care of our tab?” (And by that I meant, “Don’t YOU need to take care of YOUR tab?” Kelly thought about it for half a second and replied, “I think my other friend already took care of it.”
As we headed out the exit, I looked for our waitress, but at that moment, she was nowhere in sight. I knew that Kelly’s friend had not paid the tab, and I think deep down inside, Kelly probably knew it, too.
But with our waitress nowhere to be found, there was no way to confirm it at that exact moment. And so we all left the restaurant.
All I could think about was how that waitress was probably going to have to pay for Kelly’s dinner. Most restaurants make the server pay the tab for any customers who walk out.
I saw no reason why I should have to pay for Kelly’s dinner. After all, I had invited her out for drinks, not dinner. Hell, she had a good job and she could afford to buy her own meal.
But Kelly did not seem too worried about paying her tab. She drove off without giving it a second thought. I never saw Kelly again after that night. She probably thought I was a cheap-ass for not buying her dinner, but I didn’t care. I just wanted there to be one night where I didn’t have to buy a dinner for some girl I was never going to see again.
In the end, nobody wound up paying for Kelly’s dinner, except maybe the waitress.
I bet the tarot card lady never saw that one coming!
Friday, February 15, 2008
DATING IS NOW EASIER THAN EVER!
When I was a young man, I used to be afraid to ask out girls because of a crushing fear of rejection. Over the years, I overcame my fear. I accomplished this by getting rejected by hundreds if not thousands of girls.
These days, I no longer have the fear, but I still don't enjoy being rejected. Thankfully, it is now easier than ever to avoid getting shot down.
These days, if there is a girl you like, you can just send her an e-mail or a text message to ask her out. She can text or e-mail you a rejection back, but it is a lot easier to take it when you never actually speak to the girl.
In the old days (pre-cell phone and Internet) you had to either look her in the eye or hear her voice on the phone when she shot you down. Not any more! Once again, modern technology keeps making life easier!
These days, I no longer have the fear, but I still don't enjoy being rejected. Thankfully, it is now easier than ever to avoid getting shot down.
These days, if there is a girl you like, you can just send her an e-mail or a text message to ask her out. She can text or e-mail you a rejection back, but it is a lot easier to take it when you never actually speak to the girl.
In the old days (pre-cell phone and Internet) you had to either look her in the eye or hear her voice on the phone when she shot you down. Not any more! Once again, modern technology keeps making life easier!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
DATED THEN DELETED!
Remember that girl I met on the Internet who I mentioned a few posts ago? Recently she called me and told me she wanted to get together. She said she would be free over the weekend. This was the third time we were supposed to get together. She had bailed on me the two previous times.
Sure enough, just as the weekend came, she had a family tragedy and had to cancel our plans once again. I felt bad for her family, but at the same time, I knew that if this situation hadn't come up, she would have found another excuse. I had known her for several months. Clearly if we were ever going to get together, it would have happened by now.
I figured I would use reverse psychology on her. I wrote her an e-mail where I said, "I guess it wasn't meant to be." I figured she would feel so guilty about blowing me off, she would try harder than ever to make an effort to get together with me. Instead, she threw me for a loop when she wrote back and said, "You're right -- it wasn't meant to be."
I must admit, I did not see that coming! I thought she would keep stringing me along for years, making and breaking plans to get together. Instead, she actually went and deleted me from her myspace account! It was weird to get deleted by a friend I had known for months.
It is not fun being deleted. You feel like the person has erased you from existence, and, in a sense, they have.
In her world, I no longer exist. I could tell I really pissed her off. I know she will never speak to me or write to me again.
Only in the Internet Age can you get dumped by a girl you've never even met!
Sure enough, just as the weekend came, she had a family tragedy and had to cancel our plans once again. I felt bad for her family, but at the same time, I knew that if this situation hadn't come up, she would have found another excuse. I had known her for several months. Clearly if we were ever going to get together, it would have happened by now.
I figured I would use reverse psychology on her. I wrote her an e-mail where I said, "I guess it wasn't meant to be." I figured she would feel so guilty about blowing me off, she would try harder than ever to make an effort to get together with me. Instead, she threw me for a loop when she wrote back and said, "You're right -- it wasn't meant to be."
I must admit, I did not see that coming! I thought she would keep stringing me along for years, making and breaking plans to get together. Instead, she actually went and deleted me from her myspace account! It was weird to get deleted by a friend I had known for months.
It is not fun being deleted. You feel like the person has erased you from existence, and, in a sense, they have.
In her world, I no longer exist. I could tell I really pissed her off. I know she will never speak to me or write to me again.
Only in the Internet Age can you get dumped by a girl you've never even met!
Friday, February 8, 2008
Nothing in Common
The other night I dated a girl who I had nothing in common with. For most of the night, we sat, not really speaking to each other. It's a shame, because I am very attracted to her. Physically speaking, she is everything a guy could ever want: blonde, busty, pretty face.
There just wasn't any chemistry there. I got the impression that she is very quiet with new people, which is kind of weird, because she was aggressive enough to express an interest in me in the first place.
She is a local girl who grew up in the area. I am fairly new in town, and I don't really know a lot of people here. But she knows tons of people, most of them guys. All night long, she kept running into guys she knew. She kept running off to talk to all her guy friends. Sometimes she would introduce me to her guy friends, sometimes not. Either way, it didn't really matter to me. What could I possibly have to say to these guys?
Is there anything less fun than watching your date spending half the night talking to other guys? I don't see how that could be fun for anyone. My feeling is, when you go out with someone, that is the person you are with for the whole night. There is no reason to run off and talk to all these other people. That is just disrespectful.
At the end of the night, she gave me a half-hug goodbye and told me to call her again. I said I would, but I'm not really sure why. I can't exactly say it was a fun night. Still, I do find her very attractive, so maybe I'll give her a second chance.
Only next time, we'll go someplace where she doesn't know anyone.
There just wasn't any chemistry there. I got the impression that she is very quiet with new people, which is kind of weird, because she was aggressive enough to express an interest in me in the first place.
She is a local girl who grew up in the area. I am fairly new in town, and I don't really know a lot of people here. But she knows tons of people, most of them guys. All night long, she kept running into guys she knew. She kept running off to talk to all her guy friends. Sometimes she would introduce me to her guy friends, sometimes not. Either way, it didn't really matter to me. What could I possibly have to say to these guys?
Is there anything less fun than watching your date spending half the night talking to other guys? I don't see how that could be fun for anyone. My feeling is, when you go out with someone, that is the person you are with for the whole night. There is no reason to run off and talk to all these other people. That is just disrespectful.
At the end of the night, she gave me a half-hug goodbye and told me to call her again. I said I would, but I'm not really sure why. I can't exactly say it was a fun night. Still, I do find her very attractive, so maybe I'll give her a second chance.
Only next time, we'll go someplace where she doesn't know anyone.
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