Where Do All The High School Girls Hang Out?

THE JAY – 4:07 a.m.

There are just no good places to meet people anymore. The club scene? Forget it. Trying to meet a girl when you have to yell just to convo, while both of you are half drunk and eyeing the room for a better prospect, ain't what I call the opportune first encounter. The bar scene? So over. You're dropping crazy dimes to drink watered down cocktails, sitting in your booth, while you and your boys bear claw the dance floor. Anyone that I meet at a bar is not someone I wanna date. Call me prejudiced, but that's just not my scene. And there is a high probability that a bar girl spends quite a lot of time in bars.

So what then? The mall? Please... The library? Yeah, right, maybe in College. The local Starbucks? I don't drink coffee. And besides, I found that people don't like to get interrupted during their coffee fix.

So I'll ask again... what's left?

I don't know where to meet people. Girls or guys. I don't work in an office, so that whole melodrama is out the window. I'm a journeyman industryphile. I meet people on set, or on crew, but it's always a temporary thing. I don't work with anyone long enough to get a grasp on them. I'm over College parties, though I seem to still do quite well at them (I am after all, King of Westwood!). That leaves me with house parties, thrown by friends or friends of friends. That seems the best short term answer, because there's always a chance that a new person may be there that I don't know. Of course, the likelihood that they are uncomfortably connected to various people in my life is often uncommonly high. In the end, I might as well just leave it up to chance or Serendipity or whatever the hell you call the thing that brings two people together and gives them the chance to become something.

It's just so odd that in a city so wide and deep, that there aren't more opportunities for two like-minded people to find each other. I'm beginning to understand the whole online dating thing. At least you can siphon off the crazies and the who cares by only responding to the ones whose like and dislikes closely match your own. You’re rolling craps on looks, but then again, what does that matter anymore. I've dated beautiful girls, ugly girls, average girls, girls with no personalities, girls with unimaginably wonderful personalities, girls with this and girls with that, and the only common denominator is that at one point they all hurt me and they all made me smile. So it's all even, I suppose. All are equal in the faceless world of the internet. And the best part is that unlike Los Angeles, it's a limited place. You go somewhere specific to find the dating sites. One can actually go straight to the dating, skipping over the traffic and the over priced beer and the bad hip hop music.

Maybe I'm just lonely. Maybe I'm tired of the people that I haven't met yet. Where the hell are they? I'm waiting for you. And I'd kinda like to know where you are. Cause I've been looking at all those typical social scenes. It's just not working anymore. And I'm beginning to lose all hope in the dating scene of the City of Angels.

A-train, tell me you have some solution. Some idea. Some suggestion. The start of a list of more social scenes. Let's get it going, figure it out, and make millions selling it to desperate twenty-something's. Forget the Break-up Handbook, how about the Meet Cute Guidebook? It's Gold, A-Train! Gold!

Bangarang, LaLa