of course she was hot, they’re all hot. get over it.
30s, super smart, super sharp. when i asked her if we were meeting her boyfriend in santa monica she said, no it was girls night.
soon she revealed she had no boyfriend and i said, whoops sorry, girlfriend?
this is always tricky because it could come across as probing, especially now that we have entered into a very private aspect of modern life, the ever controversial same sex smooching.
but for some reason, people just answer my questions AS THEY SHOULD which is a relief, especially when youre driving from DTLA to the beach in rush hour traffic. pretty much the only time both sides of the 10 are busy.
she looked me over and decided to just let it out. she had been in an intense three-month relationship with her gym crush, a man she stared at for a year waiting for him to make a move.
weak men do not interest me. here i am, i risk everything, she said about that agonizing year.
monday, wednesday, and fridays during lunch they would routinely enter the high-priced but popular gym frequented by other young professionals,
but it was clear she was looking at him for weeks and then months, and he quietly worked out by himself, stealing glances at her with the aid of the many floor to ceiling mirrors around the stylish but subdued joint.
did you run out and buy sexier than normal workout clothes? i asked. alo? lululemon?
absolutely not. im not giving it away. earn it.
she was from singapore, went to college in manhattan, moved to la to sell real estate to wealthy chinese families. but her true joy is cooking. she wants to be the hottest wife and smartest mother, but thats a secret she said while tapping on her google phone.
because you want to recreate your own childhood? i asked
because those are the two hardest roles to master. husbands and children are inconsistent, unreliable, selfish, unpredictable… she went on.
so it’s a challenge? i asked
anyone can sell an overpriced mansion to a wealthy man who has unlimited funds. but how do you get that man to utterly adore you and eat every drop of your dinner?
so this shy hunk approached you after a year, but he’s not your man now? did he have bad breath? was he unskilled? was he secretly married? gay?!?
he was a prince, she said. not literally, but a proper gentleman, a workaholic like me, funny but not obnoxious, very giving. Very giving, she repeated and fanned herself.
so what was the catch? dont tell me he was a vegan.
he was still in love with his ex who had broken his heart and he was terrified of having that happen again.
what astrological sign are you? i asked
aquarius, she spit out, suddenly happy with the change of topic. but it was not a change. it was a probe.
there is a theory, i said to this beautiful stranger. She had on zero makeup, perfectly behaved hair, and a summer dress short enough to show her toned, tanned legs, but long enough to invoke imagination.
a theory? she echoed, interested.
yes, that of the zodiac signs, aquarius can go the longest without sex and not freak out.
oh yeah. i havent even thought about being with another man. i will wait him out.
youre not disgusted he is fearful?
no.
he’s not showing a sign of weakness?
it is a weakness but it’s ok. i don’t want a player. i don’t want mr. cool guy look at my new younger girlfriend. hes earnestly sad that his best friend for years is gone and with some other guy. when you are broken up with, they are rejecting all of you, literally, she said.
was his body incredible?
sculpted.
may i ask one more extremely personal question?
she laughed, you may.
any time i see women ogle over chippendales dancers they run their hands down the guy’s chest and six pack. how was his?
i think about it every day.
so you’re thirtysomething, successful, the most beautiful woman i will have in this car all day, maybe all month, and you’re just going to sit and wait
and age,
gracefully of course, for this prince of the arts district to decide it’s time to get on with living?
i’ll wait till i’m 92.
wow.
loyally.