CHEAP DATE

Hi Everyone,
After much encouragement from my bff, Susan, who is a veteran blogger, I finally started to a blog. It is about dating in LA in my late 30s. It is going to be a roller coaster ride and you will learn a lot about LA, men and dating. More than you want to or need to know. I have been studying this shit for 10 years. I have gone to seminars, love experts, therapists, read books and prayed. I have meditated, affirmed, surrendered and cried. You will get a glimpse into my very private and humorous world. It will shock you and entertain you. I promise you will not be bored. You will be cheering me on as I sort through the men in LA to find the One. I am taking you on my journey with me. It has been a long and winding road to say the least. And you, my new friend, get to be with me on the most exciting part of the journey. The part where I finally meet him, with all the excitement and disappointment leading up to this exciting interlude. So let's go on and adventure, shall we. I will start with today's date, a misadventure for sure.

So I go on a lunch date today with this guy I met from JDate. Yes, I am Jewish but only by heritage. I more spiritual and love to go to Agape. If you don't know what this is, just go to www.Agapelive.com or google Michael Beckwith. But my dear friend, Athene, convinced me to try Jdate, after I had sworn off internet dating. I mean my New Year's Resolution of 2007 was not to internet date. I had tried to have the same resolution this year and I surrendered my love life to God as my New Year's resolution for 2010. After the first quarter of this year, God had sent me absolutely no one but boy toys. Yes, the Cougar trend is alive and well in LA. But alas, I am so not a Cougar. So I have already gone on maybe 8 Jdates in the last month since I joined.

Today I get dressed up all cute and sexy to meet Stewart for lunch at the Rose Cafe in Venice. I show up 10 minutes late. He says he will be at the tall table in the middle of the room. After going to the wrong restaurant, I walk into the Rose Cafe. He is not sitting at the tall table in the middle of the room. Instead, this man with salt and pepper hair starts walking determinedly towards me. I totally forgot what his picture looks like because I have gotten like 75 emails. Immediately, it started off badly because I say, "I thought you were going to be at the tall table in the middle of the room". We then proceed to order our food. We go up to the cash register and his total was $25, which I assumed included my meal. When the cashier asks him if he is paying for mine and he says, "No," I just about faint. I say, "Oh, I am so confused. I thought you asked me on a date."

He says, "It's not a date. It's a first meeting." And I say, "So you are going to make me pay?" And he says, "Yes, you can buy your own lunch." I mean, REALLY? I just couldn't even believe he didn't pay after I pretty much asked him to. I fought every impulse I had to just say, "Fuck, you!" and leave. But I am on a spiritual path and he is one of God's children, so I wanted to practice compassion. So I said, "It must be so hard to be a post-feminist man in LA with the gender roles so blurred. I mean, nobody knows what to do anymore." He says, "Well, other women refused to let me pay. So that's what I thought you wanted." I thought to myself, "After I was mortified! Yeah, right, that's what I wanted." And he goes on to say, "Besides, this isn't a date. This is a meeting."

So, I just change the topic and try to give him the benefit of the doubt. I ask him about his conference in Vegas, his career, where he's from. BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. So I find out he teaches a class at a local college on the Technology of Film. So that explains everything. He is an analytical AKA Greenie to me. I can't stand Greenies. I mean they are nerds with no charm, no tact and no social skills. So that explains everything with the paying for lunch. And I think that Greenies are cheap as hell. I remember going out to dinner with my friend's boyfriend who was a Greenie and he didn't even tip. No tip? Who does that?! So I suffer through 45 minutes of lunch and end it promptly at 2 pm with my favorite exit line, "I have to go home to my dog."

I said my goodbyes and usually no matter how bad the date is, I mumble something about wanting to see them again. Not this time, no way. We both knew the date was a disaster. Last night's date was another Jdate. His name is hot, lawyer guy. It was actually a third date. He wanted to watch the game so we met at Green Peas in Culver City. The date went well except he kept running his fingers through his hair which caused his hair gel to flake. He was wearing a black shirt and there were little, white flecks everywhere. We were cuddling a bit and I, too, was wearing a black shirt, so when I got up to go to the bathroom, there were little white flecks on my shirt, too. Our chemistry is pretty rad, even though he is shorter than me, so I wasn't turned off. In fact, I was hoping for a kiss good night.

He didn't kiss me good night. Instead, we listened to two Culver City cops interview this woman in an SUV with a hyena laugh. Hot, lawyer guy was more interested in eaves dropping into their conversation than kissing me good night. He did grab my boobs a couple times. Weird, right? Especially considering we were out on the street in public. I am more used to guys grabbing my butt, because I rock a black girl's booty. So I even took my glasses off, which is my signal for, "Kiss me, Dammit!", but no kiss. He did text me when he got home, "Your hands feel good, babe." It was going to be his third and final date, but I decided to keep him on the porch. The porch is a strange and fascinating phenomenom, which I will explain in my next post.

Thanks so much for reading my blog and sharing this pivotal point in my life with me. I don't know you, but I have a feeling we are going to be great friends. I gotta get back to work now. Talk to you soon,
Goddess Girl