5 Reasons Not To Hit On Women At The Gym

You would think the gym would be the perfect place to meet women—You get to scope out their bodies, see them without makeup, and show yourself off at your best—but it's actually a terrible place to pick up women. And if you watch my video, you'll learn just why women do not appreciate being hit on at the gym. 

Wine and the Single Girl: Que Syrah, Shiraz

Summer is here and what better way to mingle and meet other single people than at a wine tasting event. I thought I'd give it a try and check out the SummerTASTE event at The Grove in Los Angeles. Learn About Wine is hosting this wonderful wine tasting series on the first Wednesday of every month from May through October. It's lots of fun, very affordable ($50 in advance for food and wine), and it helps raise money for the TJ Martell Foundation for Children's Cancer and Aids Research. Don't miss out on their next event. It's on June 1st and it's called "Chardonnay vs ABC (anything but Chardonnay)". Maybe I'll see you there. All this wine talk has me thinking about one of my favorite songs...

Party crasher, penny snatcha'
Call me up if you are gangsta'
Don't be fancy
Just get dancey
Why so serious?
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways
All my underdogs, we will never be, never be
Anything but loud
And nitty gritty dirty little freaks
Won't you come on, and come on, and
Raise your glass
Just come on and come and
Raise Your Glass!

                ~ Pink 

My Ex Was Bipolar

I was reading a post recently on Dirty In Public called Do Women Expire? Finally, I’ve found a blog with more edge and cynicism than my own—and it’s from a male perspective. I’m so relieved. I didn’t want to be labeled as some cynical, single bitch hovering dangerously close to 40 who has to take out her life's misfortunes on men. That's not at all who I am. I am happy, sexual, confident, and have very few regrets. I am woman, hear me roar—but I am not and never will be a cougar.

The article Do Women Expire exemplifies the chauvinistic male opinion of women and age that runs rampant in today’s society. First, women wanted equality. We wanted to burn our bras and get into the work force. Now, some of us are not sure what we want as we realize Cosmo sold us a false bill of goods. We can not have it all—the kids, the house in the suburbs, the loving husband, the supermodel body and the amazing career, but somehow it’s still expected of us.

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Lennie Gets A Spray Tan

Dating is challenging at the best of times. But, what about when you just don't feel or look your greatest and you have a big date?  Well, that's when it's time for a little liquid sunshine. That's right, a spray tan. According to Svetlana at Spray Di Sole here in Los Angeles, getting a spray tan before a date can boost self-esteem by making you look and feel great. It's can also make you look a good five pounds thinner. And, it's sugar based, so it's not bad for you. No harsh chemicals. No streaks. No looking orange. So why not? Join me as I boost my self esteem with a little Spray Di Sole tan. 

You’re So Vain…

You probably think this post is about you. Don’t you? Don’t You? 

Carly Simon, I feel your pain, girl. I've got some clouds in my coffee, too!

In the 1988 movie Beaches, Bette Midler’s character, the cynical, struggling entertainer CC Bloom says “Enough about me. Let’s talk about you. What do you think of me?” A great line from a great movie. Not only is it a great line, but it pretty much sums up dating in Los Angeles. I can’t begin to count how many times I‘ve gone on a date with a man who talks about himself the entire night, never asking me a single question about my life.

This happened again the other night. I had accepted a date through a personalized dating service. They call me about once every three years, whether I want them to or not, to inform me that they have found my ideal match. Yeah, right. And if so, what took you so long? But, in addition to being the world's greatest cynic, I'm also an eternal optimist and a firm believer that dating is a numbers game, so I figured why not? In retrospect, I can think of so many reasons why not. Like, I could have spent the evening drinking a bottle of Peter Michael Chardonnay alone and reorganizing my lingerie drawer. At least that would be fun!

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Which Came First?

A friend of mine has an old style t-shirt - the kind you would buy at Crazy Shirts while on vacation in Hawaii. Only instead of saying ‘Hawaii Hang Loose’ or ‘My parents went to Hawaii and all they got me was this stupid t-shirt’, it has a cartoon of an egg and a chicken in bed smoking cigarettes with the phrase ‘which came first?’

The expression got me thinking – not so much about which came first in regard to chickens and eggs, but which came first in regard to the inconsiderate jerks and gold-digging whores who dominate the Los Angeles dating scene – and from what I’ve heard the dating scenes of New York, Miami, and several other American cities. 

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