Dating in Los Angeles
Anytime I go on a first date, I write the girl’s name down on a piece of paper and stuff it in my pocket that way when I lose interest in her, and forget her name, I can easily refer to my cheat sheet.
The only reason I mention it is because tonight I’m going on a first date with a girl I met at a bar last week. Now certainly this is not my first date since writing this blogg, but it is the first one that I’ve written about because for the first time since I’ve started this site, I’m not going to tell the girl I’m going out with that I’m a blogger.
The reason is that if the girl I’m going out with knows that I have a site, then I’m going to be hesitant to tall about her for the sole reason that I know she’ll read about it. Not that my dating life is anything spectacular but certainly it has its moments.
In the last few months I dated a bulimic workout reality TV star, a big breasted girl who slept with me on the first date and then I refused to call because she didn’t know who Hitler was, and then of course there was the girl I dumped the day before we were supposed to go out because her AOL screen name was LA Jew.
I don’t think my date tonight is going to be anything spectacular but she does produce a psychic TV show so my guess is that she probably claims to have supernatural abilities like Madame Cleo and already knows that I have a blogg. After all it is Los Angeles.
