In keeping with my new and improved dating outlook (ie wont complain about it constantly, but rather stick to only solid, bitter recriminations intermittently), I decided to put all suggestions into play for my return flight to Los Angeles. Not only did I put on the lipstick battle armor, but the mascara and concealer. Quite
The Man in 9D This blog is brought to you from high above the country somewhere. I’m headed east for the holidays, and I have hit upon another little discussed pick-up place: the cross country airplane ride. I don’t know why I wasn’t better prepared. I blame the new security restrictions. I was confused about
At this point, we all know where at least one of the nightlife hotspots is in Los Angeles. Anyone who reads TMZ.com knows that Hyde, Les Deux, Shag, Mood and the Boom Boom Room (ok, I made that last one up) are the places to be for all the action. If you want to rub
I decided to look for a wingman (or a wingman trainer). Is it a wingman if your buddy is female? Wingwoman? Wingperson? Winged one? Grant it, with me it’s more like “wing-and-a-prayer”-man, but this could be important. Do you audition for these? Put up a notice on Craig’s list? Could I force one of my