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Hi World.

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Just wanted to drop a note and say hello! I am indeed alive and well. I’ve even been on some inconsequential dates over the past few months. Some dates with decent but boring guys and even a date with a guy that made me pay my way.

But that’s about that. My weeks consist of nonstop work and die-hard workouts (because I refuse to get fat from a desk job). My weekends are an endless blur of drinking, dancing, and trying to forget the last 60+ hour work week I put in.

So that’s that. I continue to invite those who can actually find the time to date to guest blog. My email is lamatchbook@gmail.com. I welcome all submissions. And I promise not to bite.

Hard at least.

xoxo,

A.

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Guest Post: think before you delete…

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Today’s guest post is brought to you by the lovely Cara of my jean shorts. Cara takes a deep dive into the murky world of dating and breaking up in the new world of Facebook with her post think before you delete…

Now there’s one thing we should all be jealous that our parents didn’t have. They didn’t have to date in an age where Facebook posted all of your ex’s dirty laundry!

I was recently deleted on Facebook by someone I had briefly dated this year. This would be the second time this year a guy was so tormented by my amazing posts that he just couldn’t take it anymore and had to delete me. I know it can be tough to see me with a fake mustache or enjoying a quiet morning run near the water, so I completely understand where they are coming from. It did get me thinking though “why do people need to be so dramatic on social media?”

First, here are some fun facts about Facebook to catch you up to speed…

– Facebook was founded in 2004, coming up on the big 1-0!!!

– As of last September Facebook had over a billion active users, that’s a lot of ex’s.
– Daily, they have to remove 20,000 profiles
– Facebook is second most searched site behind Google – In 2006 ‘Newsfeed’ was introduced, making it easier for ex’s to get depressed.
– In 2008 ‘Chat’ was introduced, which now entertains many employed people around the world.
– In 2011 ‘Following’ was rolled out. Now all the narcissistic people can not only have a friends list but also a followers list!!
– Currently Facebook is blocked in 6 countries; the Peoples Republic of China being one of them, SHOCKER! They have no idea what they are missing in China: Jersey Shore and now Facebook!

Back to dating and Facebook…

To be precise I have been on Facebook since October 2006. In those 7 years, I have acquired 480 friends/acquaintances (two VERY different things). I would like to say that I know most of these people, but those are slim chances. However, I am sure I have interacted with them at some point in my life… I think. In those 7 years, I have only deleted one ex and well — that’s because we dated 7 years. It truly was painful to watch. Oops, that was a total lie, I deleted the guy I dated after him too! I strictly blame that on the fact I was still grieving the long term relationship.

The need for drama on social media has me beside myself. I prefer to keep my drama to silent stalking without the other person knowing anything of the sort. Who doesn’t love to see an ex with a new girlfriend who has nothing on you, except a few extra lbs. And why go as far as deleting when you can ‘hide’ them? Which by the way, the ‘hiding’ application on Facebook is by far the best Facebook has ever offered. Not only can I hide the ex’s profile til I am ready to see how their life went spiraling downhill after me, but I can hide the girl who won’t stop taking selfies of herself and posting them for all her ‘haters’ to be jealous of.

If we are on social media for any reason it is for pure enjoyment and sometimes to keep in touch. So think before you delete because you could be missing out on some future fun!

{posted by cara}

ps… no one was harmed nor deleted in the creation of this post.

You can catch up with Cara and all of her online and real-life adventures at http://myjeanshorts.com/

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Battery Pack.

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This story was written by me with full permission from my friend J.

J. met Battery Pack at the Bungalow a few weeks ago around closing time. He approached her with the line, “I bet you get so tired of guys coming up to you at the end of the night and hitting on you” and then he walked off. A few minutes later, he re-approached her and proceeded to actually hit on her. Her friend slash wingwoman for the night E. was not impressed with him.

J. agreed to a date with him where he wouldn’t agree to meet in a “in the middle” neighborhood and insisted that she go to HIS favorite Thai restaurant in his part of town. Red flag #1. He also offered for her to park at his friend’s place because it had “free valet” which she wisely declined. While at dinner he began discussing chiropractic techniques to which J. asked “Oh, are you a chiropractor?” to which he replied “No….well yes…I just don’t have a license.” Red flag #2.  Surprisingly, the rest of the date went well, except for the point where he said “Oh honey! Your rib is completely out!” and proceeded to adjust it before getting her consent and the “adjustment” resulted in 2 days of soreness. Red flag #3.

Fast forward to Labor Day weekend, where we attended a barbecue hosted by J. and friends in Marina del Rey. She invited Battery Pack as their 2nd date and he agreed to come and then showed up two hours late. He finally called J. and complained that he could not find the place and was very irritated. While J. tried to give him directions, he snapped, “this is NOT helping me!!” and hung up. When he did finally arrive, J. went down to show him where to park and the second that she got in his car, he did not say hello and started ranting about how he “hates bbqs in these types of buildings”.

Upon his un-punctual arrival, Battery Pack called out J’s friend E. for dismissing him at Bungalow, which immediately made everyone in the apartment uncomfortable. He didn’t make an effort to talk to us (the friends) and swept J. to the couch where he tried to canoodle with her and give her a poor man’s massage and unwanted chiropractic adjustments. Between his groping attempts, Battery Pack would pick up his phone which was attached a battery pack that was twice the size of his iPhone and play his beloved video game.

Later in the night, some of our guy friends showed up. When they entered the apartment, Battery Pack waved hello to them and said, “Hey guys, nice to see you. There’s a bunch of you and I’m the couch so I’m not going to get up and shake your hands. Cool to see you!” We stared in astonishment and the boys were rightfully offended. Battery Pack then went on to have a single-sided conversation with the room about how he finances movies and he’s really, really good at it.

The majority of us decided we couldn’t hang around Battery Pack any longer and ran across the street to the local bar to escape. Our host, Ellen*, decided at that point the barbecue was over and told Battery Pack to leave immediately. J. was relieved that he was kicked out and joined us out at the bar, where we congratulated her on making the right call to ditch the dude.

Battery Pack continues to text J. even though she has explicitly told him she no longer wants to see him.

And so ends another tale of another douchebag run-in in Los Angeles.

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To Split the Check Or Not To Split the Check.

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On the first date, who do you think should pay? Should the guy pay because it’s his courting duty, should you go Dutch, or should us women of the post-feminist era foot the bill?

I recently ventured back into the dating world of Tinder and had a date with Jake*, a seemingly nice guy who works at a major talent agency. I should have listened to my instincts which said no one nice works at an agency in LA but I guess I felt unusually bold and hopeful.  I further ignored my instincts and agreed to a Friday night date (a very unusual move for me).

We met at a bar near my house in Brentwood that I know to be reasonably well-priced and would have a decent Friday evening crowd. While Jake and I had a good conversation, I found his guffaw laugh to be rather obnoxious and didn’t feel much of a spark.

When the check arrived, I did the usual coy ask of  “Oh, should we split it?” and he said, “Absolutely!” Now, I realize that it was absolutely my fault to even present him with the option, but shouldn’t chivalry dictate that he say, “Thanks for the offer but it’s on me.” After all, he asked me out.

After throwing down my credit card, I knew I didn’t want to see this guy again. To add insult to injury, he basically ran out of the bar and didn’t offer to walk me home.

And so ended another dud of a Friday night date in LA.

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The Geographically Undesirables.

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There’s a term that’s very specific to the dating world of Los Angeles: Geographically Undesirable. When I receive a eHarmony mail from a cute guy in Santa Monica, I go, “eee, cute and close!” When I get a note from a cute guy in Agoura Hills, I think, “eeh, cute, but I can’t get over there on a weeknight without sitting in 2 hours of traffic. Wait – where exactly is Agoura Hills?”

It makes a world of difference if the guy lives within a 5 mile radius of you compared to if you have to cross the 405 and can’t even get on a freeway (I’m looking at you, West Hollywood). If you’re working a 10 hour+ day (cough cough aka my life), you really don’t have time to commute for a date. You barely have time to exercise and grab a quick glass of wine out at a bar before bed.

I once had a Wednesday night date in Los Feliz that I sat in 1 hour and 20 mins of traffic to get to and was subsequently 30 minutes late for the date. He was miffed I was late and I was fuming out of hunger, frustration, and concluded no man was ever worth venturing to Los Feliz for on a weekday night. Clearly, the two of us didn’t work out.

I mean, even NASA knows better than to go to the Valley.

Image: #WhenInLA

And this illustration pretty much sums up all my feelings. Courtesy of my dad (he knows me all too well).

That being said, I know the first-hand stories of the long distance relationships where people even got on airplanes to meet up with the men they loved and it all worked out. So maybe I should try venturing east of the 405.

Ladies – sound off! Is this just a LA problem? How far are you willing to venture for a date? What’s an acceptable radius?