Lucy's L.A. Dating Blog
Prude
From the emails I received, all of you wanted to know one thing: did I? Or didn't I? A true lady doesn't kiss and tell, and (get ready for it) what happens in Vegas, stays there. But, I can't leave you hanging, so here is what I will tell you. Brace yourself because it's not what you think.
Mile High
It's Friday and it's time to get high...in the sky to Vegas, that is! I had to pinch myself this morning when I my blackberry woke me with a reminder: "Vegas with Matt." Truth be told, I didn't need a reminder; I looked forward to this moment all week. Also, since I got dissed by Brad the Clooney last night for the double date (no, I'm not bitter), Vegas is the perfect dating palate cleanse and the opportunity I needed to get to know Matt a little better.
Dude, where's my date?
The Thursday double date with Brad the Clooney came and went, as in, no phone call, no text, and no date last night. If out of sight means out of mind, then why is his absence in my life making my heart grow fonder? I just can’t seem to reconcile the two.
Day 1 - Work
It’s Monday, and it’s the first day of my real job. With the swipe of my firm’s parking garage key fob, I breathe a sign of relief for my new-found employment. I am comforted in knowing I’ll be able to pay off the massive debt I racked up in school (and getting dolled up for that wedding with Brad).
My Two SweetE's
The day has finally come. After 4 days of waiting, 3 days of shopping, 2 dresses purchased (my credit card will thank me for the large payment I will make once I start that new job), the day has finally come for the wedding that is “no big deal.”
Call Me Crazy
Could it be? Are my eyes deceiving me? It’s none other than Brad the Clooney calling…to invite me to a wedding. A wedding? I mean, I just met him at freaking Short Stop 1 week ago! Is this guy crazy? How weird.
Cleanse the Palate
Saturday was a big turning point for me – not only because I spontaneously went on a date with Straight Edge Matt on the same day that I met him, but because I started to overcome my B.B.S. (Bad Boy Syndrome for those of you who didn’t catch my last blog). Meeting Matt has helped me realize that I don’t need a guy with tattoos, a record, or emotional unavailability (or all of the above) to get me going! I have a bona fide crush on a good, normal football-loving, gym-going guy for once. I mean, who cares that the sexy Clooney named Brad from Short Stop never called me? I don’t even know that sucker, so why would I care that he’ll never wrap his tatted up arms around me? Okay, maybe I’m not cured of B.B.S., but, I’m trying. I recently read that the best way to cleanse the dating palate is to date a nice, drama-free, and down to earth person. And that, my friends, is what I’m doing…until Brad calls…kidding ☺
Can't Wii All Just Get Along?
So…“we” had so much fun at Q’s on Saturday night! And, there was no cute, button-nosed blonde named Jenny in the “we.” That’s right, it was just me and Straight Edge Matt, and three of his cutest friends (and their respective ambiguously-titled lady friends) watching a marathon of college football games. I hate to sound like a giddy school girl, but Matt looked sooooo cute in his Lucky jeans and Obey shirt (yes, I notice these things!). He was also sooooo nice to his friends, sooooo knowledgeable about football, and sooooo friendly to the waitress…a little too friendly.
Fashion meets Football
Now that I'm boosted enough to clean the date slate and get on the L.A. dating scene, I have a bone to pick. In a city that boasts beautiful people, the fashion for this fall leaves much to be desired. How am I ever going to land a guy if I look like G.I. Joe with the drab military inspired jackets? And, how can I embrace my youth (or what's left of it) when Fall's look is all about the Mr. Cosby sweaters? Yeah, I'm not sure either.
The Boost
Okay, so I caught a little slack from my last blog about the “Ego Booster.” I get it. My white lie to escape from my date was not cool…but can you blame a girl who wants to explore Los Angeles and take in the nightlife of this great city? I plan a more graceful exit next time.