I forced myself to reactivate my JDate account about a week into the heartbreak as a hoped-for confidence boost, and soon it became flooded with emails and flirts from men of all ages. That, in turn, led to some awkward pauses in our digital communication before our first meeting. I had one of those amazing sunset dinners a few weeks ago — with an orange and pink sky and waves hitting the rocks nearby — at Steven's beach house just north of Los Angeles. We are both free, flexible, attractive, established, compatible and looking...
I had one of those amazing sunset dinners a few weeks ago — with an orange and pink sky and waves hitting the rocks nearby — at Steven's beach house just north of Los Angeles. We are both free, flexible, attractive, established, compatible and looking...
At the beginning of October, my 25-year-old (now former) boyfriend decided "he was unhappy with things in his life" and was no longer "in love with me" after living together for three years and having just looked at engagement rings with his mom.
(Must be the family pressure that got to him, right? Beautiful" popped up as a suggested match on my news feed, a thirtysomething Israeli who, I came to find out, lives only a few blocks from me in Beverly Hills.
I felt like I was in a movie with an Israeli mafia group uncomfortably sizing me up.
(Wendy Abrams)Anxiety rushed through me as I prepared for our date.Clothing soon decorated my bed as I attempted to find the perfect outfit. Past columns and submission guidelines are at latimes.com/laaffairs I hadn't been... I can wear my Burberry trench coat the entire time." (I wasn't in love with the forced outfit change after I spilled the wine.) My second thought? The perfect Jewish boyfriend, a brag-worthy job that "fit" to L. standards and the most amazing potential in-laws a girl could ask for.That is, until a few months ago, when the rug was pulled out from under me without warning.
After pouring a glass of Pinot Grigio to calm my nerves, I managed to bump into my dresser and break the glass, which spewed wine all over me and the floor. Affairs is our weekly column about the current dating scene in and around Los Angeles -- and finding romance in a wired world. (Aaron Philip Clark)As I pulled into the lot, I spotted my date sitting outside. I was relieved to see he looked the same as he did in his profile pictures. Affairs columns, and submission guidelines To make matters worse, the menu was filled with pictures, which, for me, was an indication the restaurant was overcompensating, trying to make the food look better than it tasted.
The night was off to a shattering start, no pun intended. Past columns and submission guidelines are at latimes.com/laaffairs I hadn't been... I pretended I didn't see him sitting there, and the hostess attempted to seat me. On my way over, my purse got hooked on a chair, which was knocked over and caused a loud crash. Then to make things more awkward, he got very aggressive as he complained that I was 10 minutes late. Between sips of wine and jumbled conversation, at some point I tuned him out and racked my mind for a reason to leave. The salad I ordered was one of those bottomless pits where you keep taking bites but never seem to make a dent in the meal.