[ad_1] The thought of the approaching holidays and having to attend the firm’s end-of-year party without a plus-one made me gasp. That’s why I turned my attention to my dating app. Thankfully a blue-highlighted super like from a tall, dark and handsome fellow woke me up more than my latte did. He was 80 miles from L.A. Could that even work? As I inspected his shirtless photographs and travel stories on my phone, a message…
"He was perfect for me. Then his ex told him the baby was his"Tag: told
[ad_1] It was raining. This wasn’t an L.A. sprinkle either. It was pouring outside. I kept imagining battling rush-hour traffic in the rain just to meet another loser. I had suggested to Steve that we meet at a dive bar in Gardena because it was equidistant between our two homes, mine in San Pedro and his in downtown L.A. Still, it was raining, and as an L.A. native, even a light shower has me fearful…
"I was tired of dates who told lies or had BO or bad breath"