Dating in los angeles sucks

He tells bad jokes to anyone who will listen. He was handsome and considerate and sweet. The first time I met Rick, he brought me a flower - not a bouquet of flowers, but a 2-foot cotton flower with a smiley face. He was an engineer working for Boeing, and his hobby was reading the Bible.

I forgot about these dates, however, when I read Rick’s profile. It was a scene! I left while they continued the screaming match.

As he walked me to my car, our waitress came running after us, yelling about not receiving a tip. We had a pleasant conversation, and he paid the bill. My next date met me at a health food restaurant.