Dating: Los Angeles Vs. Manhattan

People have always said there's lots of fish in the sea. I've been living in Los Angeles for over three years now and have dated only two people, one was a long distance relationship from high school, while the other was the guy that got me to break up with my long distance boyfriend. There have been only a few even prospective men since then. Where are all the fish?

In the week I spent in New York visiting a friend, I managed to go to over 20 bars and clubs, get hit on dozens of times, and find a really cute, smart, rich investment banker to hang out with. And by hang out I mean hook up.

The night life/dating scene in Manhattan is like this: pre-game, pay a twenty dollar cover in Union Square, walk into a bar, realize the bar sucks, and take a five minute subway to another bar in So Ho. Pass a bunch of hipsters on your way into the lounge, and get hit on by the guy standing in your path to the bar. Two almost hot guys buy you drinks, these same guys ask you where your from. When you say California and they get really excited you think they have a fetish with California girls. When your friend says she's from Texas and they say they love cowgirls you realize they have a "whatever gets me in your pants" fetish. You go back to Union Square to another bar. You thought you wouldn't get in because there is always a bouncer with a special list and exotic European girls entering a secret passageway, leading through a kitchen into an iron gated dungeon themed bar, but tonight you get in. Your friend's friend is in there with another friend, you and your friend leave the bar with your friend's friend and his friend. You hang out with them for the next three nights. You drink a $1200 bottle of Dom Perignon on a rooftop and laugh at him yell provoking words at the other street wanderers below. You think he expects sex, when it turns out he is totally fine with just making out and cuddling, you almost fall in love. But it's New York, your friend's roommate is having sex with him too.

The night life/dating scene in LA is like this: living on the westside, its a half hour drive to any decent clubs. No one wants to be the DD, so you all just get wasted at your apartment and walk to the bar down the street; it's Monday night so there's karaoke and that blues band that always plays is jaming. There's frat boys in the back of the bar and creepy forty-five year olds that won't stop starring in the front. A little uncomfortable and bored and not drunk enough, you end up congregating in the middle of the bar with the rest of your anti-social friends. It's 1am already and the bar is closing. It will take too long to drive somewhere else and everyone's drunk already. The night was a huge bust. On the walk home, you all talk about some club you heard about in Hollywood that everyone HAS to go to. But it's LA, you all pretend you had a blast and secretly know you'll do the same lame thing tomorrow night.

New York was exciting and LA seems to suck, but I could only live that New York style night life for a short time. The thing is where are all the cute, funny, awesome guys that want commitment? I have yet to find one.

People say there's lots of fish in the sea, but I think maybe they are all on vacation in some other great city right now.