This article was originally submitted to the
Los Angeles Times but they didn't publish it.
I could have used the $300 bucks.
Oh Well... Here it is for you all to enjoy!
**names have been changed to protect and respect their privacy**
I started to cry in my doctor’s office after our discussion
about getting pregnant at my advanced age. I wasn’t the only one, as I admitted
my embarrassment she let me know she kept a box of tissues on her desk for that
very reason. According to statistics, as a 42-year-old black female I have a
better chance getting hit by lightening on Venice Beach than getting married.
It seems that catching Ebola is more of a possibility than catching a man for
me. As old fashioned as it may seem, I want to be married before I bring a
child into the world. And at this point I am past the proverbial biological
clock ticking, soon the biological clock alarm will sound.
I moved to Los Angeles from New York City in 2013.
Surprisingly, I have found it incredibility difficult to connect with people in
general let alone connect with possible guys to date. Some guys will agree to
coffee or drinks and never confirm. The few that do confirm to meet up are
looking for a friend with benefits. To complicate the dating issue even more, I
am very open to dating interracially.
Even though I keep an open mind when considering a guy to date, some
aren’t so open to dating a girl of my hue. However, not to be discouraged, I
have continued to “put myself out there” and make things happen.
I have tried online dating countless times with no success.
I have been on pretty much every popular and not so popular online dating site
there is. But I decided to try again when I moved to Los Angeles. I joined
Tinder after my sister sent me a link to the app. That was a big mistake. My
time on tinder was short lived when several ‘gentlemen’ suggested a two am drive
over to my place to ‘talk’. I am
not interested in a one-night stand. Thank you.
I started to reassess my situation. Could I be playing the
dating game wrong? I had to reconsider what is important. Countless advice columns
suggest single women over 40 should lower their standards to improve their dating
options. Unfortunately, I happen
to be attracted to smart, funny, fit guys. Generally guys my age aren’t so fit.
Despite my youthful and fit appearance I started to look out side the box and
this is what happened...
I met Todd a 38-year-old sales executive on OK Cupid; we are
both East Coast transplants and had a great phone conversation. I decided to
meet him for drinks at an awesome place,
The Bowery in Hollywood, which reminded
me of New York City. I wore flats but towered over him at 5’4”. However, as
much as I tried to force it, there was no chemistry between us.
I met Randy a 55-year-old software engineer at a Speed
Dating event. During our five-minute speed date we had a great conversation. I
wasn’t attracted to him at all but felt I should at least try. We met up at
Perch with a table overlooking the beautiful
DTLA skyline. This could have been a potentially romantic environment but it
went south very quickly.
His
insecurity seemed to get the best of him, he became a bit controlling and
possessive, and it made me uncomfortable so I did not pursue a second date.
I tried a Lock and Key event at
El Cid in Silverlake. The venue was
excellent and so were the
hors d'oeuvres provided
with the price of admission. Every girl received a lock for the guys to unlock
with their key. During the course of the evening I talked to as many guys as
possible to see if they had the key to my lock and perhaps my heart. By the end
of the night I had enough guys to open my lock to win two tickets to the
Laemmle Theatre. Unfortunately I didn’t find
a match so I will be going to the movies with me and myself.
As I began to think outside the box I realized the
MeetUp groups I already frequented had plenty
of single men. Since I started learning Italian recently, I joined an Italian
conversation group. At one of the meetings I met Antonio, an avid soccer player,
born and raised in Italy who was willing to help me practice speaking Italian.
We met up for wine and cheese at
Luna
Vine Wine Bar. We had a lovely time and met up again. But all good things
seem to come to an end as it relates to my dating life. He had to return to
Italy indefinitely to help his family.
Ironically, it seems I have more luck with long distance
dating. And I don’t mean dating a guy who lives as far away as Long Beach (I’m
a Valley girl). I started dating a few guys who live across the Atlantic. The
time zone difference alone makes it challenging to communicate. But as my
biological alarm is soon to sound, I may need to consider the possibility that
love could lead me away from Los Angeles. But the guy will have to be pretty
special to tear me away from the city I have grown to love.