Pop Question: What do you call three hot, eligible women who can think for themselves and love a good time, but have been single for as long as 11 years?
a. A scorching lesbian triangle
b. Babes jaded by the sex-to-go culture of greater America
c. Women with impossible standards and paralyzed by fear
d. Christians - me and my 2 best friends
There's a great T-shirt logo I saw in some overpriced boutique once that read "I don't date (818)." I found it hilarious, but would have amended the shirt to black out the "818" part. I don't got hate for the Valley.
So last weekend I went to see a friend's cousin's friend's band (all LA-area Sri Lankans know eachother) perform at the Hotel Cafe in Hollywood. The band was rockin', the crowd was chill, and I'm always down for some good wine bar socializing. And since I don't casually date (okay, let's face it -- date at all), it was nice to just go out and be around people who do, and then remember why I don't. I'll trade meaningful friendships where I can talk about real things and know people actually want to hear about it for, well, sex with the hopes that that will magically follow. I'll spare you the boring details of dynamics that brought about this reminder -- I'm sure you've all been there before. (Disclairmer: I'm not hating on anyone here. Just telling it like it is.)
Consider: Is companionship and physical intimacy worth the emotional scarring of statistically probable breakup, lack of real safety and vulnerability, and the constant fear that your boyfriend is probably (let's be honest here) simultaneously lusting after other women?
That might sound like a rhetorical question, but look around you people. It's not.
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