I've been kicking around the idea of starting a blog for quite some time now, but had a hard time narrowing down what I'd like to write about. Last night it, while sitting at the wine bar at the Venice Whole Foods talking to a random guy, it finally hit me. The conversation went something like this...
Narcisso (real name btw): How old are you?
Narcisso: Wow, you're well preserved.
Me: Gee thanks. So, you usually come to Whole Foods solo to eat a porterhouse on a Friday night?
Narcisso: Yeah, I don't like to go to restaurants alone.
Me: Huh. Why are you single?
Narcisso: Maybe you already know this, but all women in LA are masochistic.
Me: How so?
Narcisso: Well, I've found that most women in this town like to get hit in bed. I mean, really get their asses kicked. I'm cool with some of that, but these girls really take it too far. I mean my last girlfriend REALLY wanted me to hit her and it was something I just struggled with for awhile, asked a lot of my friends for their input on what I should do.
Me: I hope their advice was to tell you to run.
Narcisso: Kinda, but it took me awhile to heed it.
Me: How long is awhile?
Narcisso: I don't know, eight months or so...it was a really tough decision. But yeah, I keep running into that over and over again in LA - to answer your question, guess that's why I am eating alone at a Whole Foods tonight.
Me: Wow, well nice chatting, I gotta run.
Narcisso: You're leaving? I can't believe you aren't even going to ask me for my number. All girls in LA ask guys out...
Can't make this stuff up folks.