This afternoon at the W Hotel’s Delphine Restaurant in Hollywood, I droned on to my good friend, Brock, over oysters and iced tea. I told him about a date I’d been on the night before with a director I’d met at a bar in Venice. The guy was nice. Even the date was nice. And although this man possessed plenty of qualities I desire (intelligence, artistic talent, humor, ability to properly use and spell both your and you’re) I just wasn’t attracted to him. Not even a little. And I knew that when I met him. But he seemed nice, so I told myself it might be time for me to just go ahead and lower my expectations.
Lower. My. Expectations.
I’m still in my 20’s, and while I’ll admit it, Naomi Campbell I’m not, there are way uglier chicks out there with awesome boyfriends. Uglier and dumber. And sometimes even fatter. (I’m really not a judgy girl, I promise, but I’m trying to make a point here). It can’t be time to lower my expectations…at least not yet. So today I’m starting a mission to determine what it is about me that seems to attract almost exclusively men to whom I am not attracted. Hot dummies, unemployed artists, rich short guys…it’s all yin, no yang (on occasion, all yang, no yin) but I want to find a total package…I think I give that in return. Maybe not the biggest, most brightly wrapped package beneath the tree, but a respectably ribbonned gift, no less. Anyway, in case I’m totally delusional, and the truth is I can’t do better, today’s the day I start finding out. This blog will chronicle my attempt to discover just what it is about me that’s keeping me from meeting someone I find worthwhile. I’m sure he’s out there somewhere. I just gotta know: why won’t he date me?
Loooove this post!!! You’re remarkable, brilliant, and fab. And you have a really smart friend!
you need a picture if anyone is going to be able to agree with you on how dateable you really are!
So excited you are doing this…and hopefully you will uncover some good truths that will help me in my quest, too!
Maybe people should see who hot you are so they know you’re not a beast.
Just sayin’…
[...] When I started this blog, I planned to get bold, to go big and ask men uncomfortable questions so as to get to the bottom of exactly why I’m Stella Lone. And I did…like, once. If this stupid Samuel situation benefitted me in any way at all, it’s in reminding me that with nothing ventured, there is nothing gained. No one’s trying to give me answers to questions I’m afraid to ask, so I gotta go out and start asking them…Starting tonight, at a live music lounge in Hollywood. I’ll let you know how it goes. [...]