So now that I’m unexpectedly single (gag!) I guess I have to start dating again.
My last boyfriend seemed so perfect, I thought those days were over. But that’s the thing about life…it always changes. So this past Saturday night I succumbed to girlfriend pressure and went on a blind date. He was nice enough on the phone. Not too exciting, but hey, don’t be so hard on a guy…
When he called a second time and asked me to go to dinner, I thought, why the hell not?
Time to get out of the house, end this break-up funk and get the juices stirring again.
So I meet him at The Edendale Grill, his suggestion. It’s a sort of sophisticated/trendy kinda pricey joint in Silverlake. Used to be a real firehouse, good solid food, decent pinot noir and tableside Caesar salad. I had the braised short ribs, which rocked! So sweet and the meat is falling off the bones, perfectly grilled parsnips and polenta. Yummy! The only downer was that they had no espresso to finish up with…only weak, light brown coffee.
He’s pretty good looking…. but the no-sparks phone call should have tipped me off…. ten minutes in and my heart sank. His mom picks out his furniture and tableware, he’s on the fast track to marriage and babies, would NEVER partake in a hallucinogenic experience (better not tell him about my New Years Eve and those purple mushrooms!), and when I say American white bread, I’m not talking the wonder kind. And not once did he stop talking about himself long enough to ask me about my life. The nerve!
But even more galling, he hemmed and hawed when the check came till I caved and asked if he wanted to split the check…. AND HE SAID YES!!!!
Big first date no-no. I’m a modern girl and all, I’m fine with paying my way…. but on a first date?
I guess I’m old-fashioned that way. So when he emailed me today to see if I wanted to get together again…. I gathered up my courage and decided to be honest.
There would never be a second date. No pay, no play…. jeez that sounds crass….but that wasn’t the real reason…more like: you’re so fucking boring it makes me want to bolt for the door.
Which means I wasn’t even honest after all.
Where oh where do you find the love in LA?