I met Dan on Hinge.<\/p>\n
He lives in Woodland Hills, and I live in Venice. In Los Angeles, this is considered a long-distance relationship. In another city it might be nothing. Here, it\u2019s a factor.<\/p>\n
But I believe that with the right person, you can make anything work, so I stay open. I\u2019m a native New Yorker, and if I were living in Brooklyn and a guy lived on the Upper West Side, that would be a 45-minute subway ride, which is truly nothing in New York. So with that same logic, I try to have flexibility with men in L.A.<\/p>\n
When we started planning our first date, Dan suggested three options: a hike on mushrooms, a wine tasting or a walk on the beach.<\/p>\n
A hike on mushrooms is something I\u2019d only do with someone I already trust, not someone I just met online. I don\u2019t do first-date hikes because I don\u2019t like feeling trapped if the guy\u2019s a dud. So I chose the wine tasting.<\/p>\n
Then I learned the wine tasting was in West Hills.<\/p>\n
On a Friday night, driving there from Venice would be insane. So I said I didn\u2019t want to meet there because of the traffic. He suggested Malibu. That was also not ideal on a Friday.<\/p>\n
I was getting annoyed \u2014 this was a pink flag because in my dating world, the guy is supposed to come to the woman\u2019s neighborhood in the early days. I\u2019ve gone out with plenty of men from the Valley who effortlessly suggested they come to me. It\u2019s not rare or impossible.<\/p>\n
I suggested he come to the Westside. I didn\u2019t specifically say Venice, and in hindsight, I probably should have. He landed on Brentwood, which was manageable for both of us. On our first date, we met at an Irish pub on Wilshire Boulevard. He was cuter and more interesting than I had expected, and with the Guinness flowing, we had fun.<\/p>\n
When I got home, he texted me: \u201cWell, I like you \ud83d\ude42 Less the tik tok and the lack of rock music in your life, but it\u2019s not a deal breaker \u2014 there are other qualities \ud83d\ude42 What are your thoughts?\u201d<\/p>\n
I noticed the slight negativity but was mostly dazzled that a man texted immediately after the date to say he liked me. In the modern dating economy, this felt rare.<\/p>\n
The next day, both of our evening plans fell through, so we made a last-minute date. The wine tasting he originally suggested still sounded like fun, and although it meant me driving to the Valley, I was up for it now that we\u2019d met.<\/p>\n
We sipped flights at Malibu Wines & Beer Garden<\/a> in its airy, romantic courtyard and played a flirty version of Truth or Dare. Halfway through, he dared me to kiss him.<\/p>\n We ended with sushi on Ventura Boulevard and a short make-out session in his car. He invited me to Thanksgiving at his uncle\u2019s, which felt too soon, but also sweet.<\/p>\n After the second date, he texted and said he had his kids that week and was also hosting an event on Thursday, so his only day to meet was Wednesday. I said great.<\/p>\n On Tuesday night, he checked if we were still on, and I said yes.<\/p>\n Then he texted: \u201cI\u2019m flexible on time but not on location. I have a big event on Thursday, hopefully you can come to me again.\u201d<\/p>\n My stomach tightened. This again?<\/p>\n So I texted back: \u201cI drove to you last time, which was a bit of an exception for me especially in the early days, but the wine tasting location sounded special. Usually guys come to my area. How about we switch it up this time?\u201d<\/p>\n He replied: \u201cI appreciate the effort! Because of my event, I\u2019d rather be close to a computer just if needed \u2026 Here is what i offer: I responded: \u201cOk let\u2019s meet next week. Snuggles sound nice \u2026 let\u2019s see what happens \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Then he wrote: \u201cSo I won\u2019t see you tomorrow?\u201d<\/p>\n I replied: \u201cUnless you wanna come to me and bring your laptop along, let\u2019s rain check until you have more flexibility.\u201d<\/p>\n He said: \u201cDang, you are hard. I\u2019ll let you know tomorrow around midday if it\u2019s ok.\u201d<\/p>\n And then \u2014 surprise \u2014 he decided to come.<\/p>\n He drove to Venice for a 5 p.m. date. He said his ETA was 5 p.m., and it ended up being 5:25 p.m., typical 405 Freeway.<\/p>\n When he showed up, he was in a cranky mood. On our way to KazuNori in Marina del Rey, I thanked him for picking me up and told him I think it\u2019s hot when the guy comes to the girl.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re just saying that because you want me to come to you more,\u201d he said, not playfully, but aggressively.<\/p>\n That was basically the end for me. But there I was, in his car, heading to dinner. So I stayed pleasant and tried to make the best of it.<\/p>\n I shared that in the early stages of dating, I find it\u2019s good etiquette for the guy to come to the woman\u2019s neighborhood. He immediately disagreed and started ranting about how dating rules are ridiculous and how they swing in women\u2019s favor. He resented paying for dates and declared he wasn\u2019t looking to \u201csponsor a woman\u2019s life.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIf women want equality and equal rights,\u201d he said, \u201cthen it should apply all across the board, including dating, and the man shouldn\u2019t have to pay.\u201d<\/p>\n I said women don\u2019t actually have equal rights because we get paid less than men and often receive lower salaries than men in the same position.<\/p>\n I tried to change the subject and reset the mood, but he insisted we keep hashing it out.<\/p>\n I tried to explain masculine\/feminine dynamics: providing and protecting, giving and receiving.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does the man get out of this arrangement?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n It was like watching someone\u2019s personality warp into Mr. Hyde. Then he brought up another point: He\u2019s a single dad of two kids, so he gets tired; and because I don\u2019t have kids, that should factor into who drives where.<\/p>\n At this point, I was barely engaging and focused on eating my hand rolls, and I couldn\u2019t wait to get home.<\/p>\n The check came, and I happily split it, wanting nothing further from him.<\/p>\n In the car back to my place, he remarked: \u201cIt\u2019s obvious we\u2019re never gonna see each other again.\u201d<\/p>\n Obvious, but did it need to be stated?<\/p>\n Then he showed me a Spotify playlist he\u2019d made for me of his favorite electronic music, because he knows I like EDM.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, that\u2019s sweet,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, that\u2019s how I show interest. Through things like this, not who drives to who,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n When I got out of the car, we wished each other luck, and I headed inside and shut the door.<\/p>\n Two hours later, he sent me the playlist. I\u2019ve yet to listen to it.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t the distance that ruined it. It was the resentment. I\u2019m not looking for a man who feels burdened by the effort. I\u2019m looking for a man who sees the value of courting a woman in the first place.<\/p>\n The author is a writer, comedian and former psychologist who lives in Venice. She is the creator of the new vertical series \u201cManfari.\u201d She\u2019s on Instagram: @solange_neue<\/a> and @manfari.show<\/a>.<\/p>\n L.A. Affairs<\/a> chronicles the search for romantic love in all its glorious expressions in the L.A. area, and we want to hear your true story. We pay $400 for a published essay. Email LAAffairs@latimes.com<\/a>. You can find submission guidelines here. You can find past columns here<\/a>. <\/p>\n
\u2014 I\u2019ll come to your area anytime next week\/end
\u2014 Lunch\/dinner on me
I want to continue where we stopped last time \ud83d\ude09 No pressure of course, but let\u2019s snuggle\u201d<\/p>\n