Here are 10 of the best L.A. Affairs columns of all time
We’re celebrating the publication of our first ever L.A. Affairs book — “L.A. Affairs: 65 True Stores of Nightmare Dates, Love at First Sight, Heartbreak & Happily Ever Afters in Southern California.”
It’s a collection of some of our favorite and most popular columns since the column began in 2012, chronicling the ups and downs of dating in Los Angeles and the search for love. The book includes updates on the authors as well as updated illustrations to accompany these stories of love, hate and romantic hijinx.
Still looking for a great Valentine’s Day gift? You can’t go wrong by ordering your copy for $19.95 at store.latimes.com.
Here’s a sneak peek at some of the stories you’ll find inside the book’s pages, and you can see more at latimes.com/laaffairs. And if you have a true story to tell about your search for love in L.A., please share it at LAAffairs@latimes.com. You can find submission guidelines here.
Each time I called her, the conversation flowed, but she was always too tired to go out. Maybe I needed to take the hint?
Asking was my way of being flirtatious but asking was also the right thing to do, right? I’m not a caveman and I wanted her to know that. I also wanted to know what I had done wrong.
I had a long list of “can’t date ifs.” I also wasn’t meeting the right guy. Could the two somehow be related? Nah.
“I know it’s against your nature,” she said,”but when it comes to his kids, be a cat, not a dog.
I have always been comfortable with the fact that most of my friends are guys.
I have terrible luck with women.
Ghosting gets a worse rep than it deserves, in my opinion. As both a former ghoster and a ghostee, I find it way more merciful than a text with stupid excuses.
Instagram was right: Keeping a relationship a secret can sometimes be just what that relationship needs.
Truth was, I was shy and inhibited. I had no idea what to say to this 19-year-old, who had just completed her first year in college and was already out in the working world. Lucky for me, she liked what she saw.
I can’t help but think that cancer — this horrible disease — is what brought us together.
