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I’ve revised the Kubler-Ross grief cycle to consider the emotional states of dating in Los Angeles.
Shock stage – initial paralysis after a few bad first dates and remembering someone telling you you’d have to “import” your men if you lived in Los Angeles.
Denial stage – continuing to date because you can’t believe it is really that bad out there.
Anger stage – frustrated and mad, you now date as if it is a revenge fuck. Each date gives you more writing material and you just get angrier.
Bargaining stage – seeking in vain for a way out of dating. You volunteer more and do anything for distraction.
Depression stage – dating in Los Angeles is not going to change.
Acceptance stage – moving forward by adopting a dog and revising your vibrator collection.
Last night I came to the realization that I may never get laid again. Tex and I watched “Beverly Hills Chihuahua” in bed. With each bark, he’d cock his head and stare at my 20-inch monitor while I giggled. I can’t remember the last time I laughed in bed. At this point, I’m not sure Tex would give up his spot on the queen-sized for a man. Well, maybe for a remastered version of Lady & The Tramp.