The Snow Ball Effect: dating in LA from a man’s point of view.

For the second time she had she thanked her lord and savior Jesus Christ. We were twenty minutes into the date, sitting somewhat facing each other at the bar of a swanky lounge on Hollywood Blvd.  She was a thirty year old model, who looked younger, and admitted she was a preppy.  Thanking the lord at a lounge bar on Hollywood Blvd is to say the least an oxymoron, and a first for me on a date. She  hadn’t eaten all day (of course it’s Hollywood) and our appetizers were on the way, plus her second glass of red wine.  She hadn’t asked me any questions about myself, no worries I’m a good listener, and she was hot, very hot, and I’m a guy on a date with what all men have on their mind or a wish.  She started slow on the appetizers, then picked up speed getting more creative in mixing and matches food groups. As long as she was happy. We met the week before at my work, and communicated via email. She had lost her phone.  Strange she hadn’t replace it yet, and said she asked a guy friend to help her. I noticed she couldn’t do much for herself and always seemed to have a man help her. Beautiful women get away with this.  She finished her second wine, then ordered a vodka drink. Great, she was getting drunk and this makes my wish  easier to become a reality. Then she told me her two favorite presidents were JFK and Nixon, because Nixon was from where she grew up.  I wanted to ask how she could like both of them, they ran against each other, but I didn’t have the heart to break it to her. The she said, “my hero is Sarah Palin.”   In all of Hollywood I’m on a date with the only T-Party girl. All I said, “really?”  You’re not supposed to talk about religion and politics on a first date. Right?  When she asked to use my phone to call and see if she had enough money on a cash card to buy coffee in the morning, I knew I’d have to call it an evening. Insert Curfew line here and I had my exit. After paying the bill, she wanted another drink. When I told her I already paid the bill, she looked pissed. I thought, she’s not used to a man saying no to her.  She was drunk, she was hot, and ready to party. Maybe I should have taken my curfew back, maybe buy her a few more drinks,  but I had a feeling the evening would have snow balled into who knows what?  Besides,  I had a big meeting in the morning. She took the left over appetizer home with her.

My new Transamerica commercial

Here’s my new spot. Real proud of this one and the subject matter it tackles. You seldom see a man in a commercial showing  this kind of emotion.   I loved working with everyone.  Tell me what you think?

Things I’ve learned Working With Women

1. They never seem to eat three meals a day, and they’re always hungry.  Then, I have to remember I live in Hollywood.

2. Because they’re always too hot or too cold, I don’t think they can regulate they’re body temperature.

3. They’re always craving something, and this must be do to the above mentioned in number one, but never satiate these cravings for what they’re craving.  By the time they finish work they’re so hungry from not eating all day, they bypass their craving for what’s quick-In n Out Burger.

Hitting The Eject Button: dating in LA from a man’s point of view.

Decided to go on a dating site.Not my favorite thing, but I’m trying to step out of my comfort zone.  Everyday they send you 23 new matches. They feed you women. Wonderful. What more could a man ask for, look Ma, I’m shopping for women.  Look at all the photos, so pretty. Go for it, dating takes courage, pat yourself on the back that you go out and do it.

We met at a local bar, a British pub, and the thing you think of first, I hope she’s smart and we can carry on a conversation. The next, I hope she looks remotely like her photo. Nope, the photo of her had to be almost  5-7 years old, and it was the only photo on her profile. It couldn’t have been her, the nose was totally different, though she was cute, but the photo prettier. On her profile she went to an Ivy League school. That’s why I stayed, I knew I could have a smart conversation, and we did. Well traveled, well read, accomplished.  Smarter than me. The old photo didn’t make sense.  I kept wanting to ask, is that profile photo of you, really you? Was she wondering if I was thinking that. And why, she was cute, she could have taken a iPhone photo of herself? She stayed for an hour, said she had a deadline. Guess she wasn’t into me. She hit the eject button. That’s okay. I didn’t feel we had much physical chemistry. That’s the big strike against online dating. How do you know if you have a spark? Us men, we’re visual. Is that unspoken spark important, when you’ve never met? After I walked her to her car, I went back into the pub to finish my beer. Then I walked home, glad I went on the date. Two days later I checked her profile. She had the same one photo.