C.’s Stockholm syndrome—a coping mechanism for having settled for a steady, dull job in a too-small town with deficient natural lighting.In the year that followed, I've learned that my friends and I were both half right: Washington is for nesters, and Los Angeles is for loners, but this has little relation to our populations’ reputations for titanium SAT scores or prominent cheek bones.
We often have an ice breaker game that will get the conversation going.In fact, it has very little to do with the people playing the game, and everything to do with the way they are scattered across the board.If you have ever been tempted by the low-hanging fruit of the sexy Internet slideshow, you may be under the impression that Los Angeles is one of America’s "Best Cities for Singles." Over the past few years, online publications have periodically culled regional data from dating websites and census tracts, made pseudoscientific calculations of their impact on singletons, then excreted the results into clickable lists. To anyone who has actually attempted to date in America’s two most populous cities, these results are puzzling.“DC has a lot of over-educated white girls who could stand to lose 20 lbs. Said women believe that their education level and wack governmentalish type job makes them more of a catch than looking photogenic and being feminine… But it doesn’t take into account that a lot of women don’t really take care of themselves like they do out west.” # “I remember my first year here when it was not unusual to go to bars or clubs and see a good ratio of attractive women to men. Most of the girls that move out here don’t come to pursue modeling careers. Not as much pressure to stay in shape.” # “The only chicks who move to DC seem to be chubby, pasty white girls who have grad degrees in Poly Sci or Public Relations (or some other bullshit) and want to work in a gubbymint job or for a non-profit.” # “Go out to a bar in DC this weekend.Our events are a fun alternative to the bar science and online dating.It doesn't make sense to spend days and weeks communicating online to later understand that there is no chemistry.She’s since dipped her toe into the dating pool, but is not impressed: “I had coffee with someone I met on and we were discussing health, fitness, etc.,” she says.“He mentioned that he had recently given up caffeine, alcohol and sugar, among other things. When I decided to end my eight-year stint in Washington, D. and decamp to Los Angeles last summer, my friends in the capital looked at me like I had announced plans to eject myself into space.They rolled their office chairs toward my cubicle and pressed their hands to my shoulder at happy hours. If I moved there with my boyfriend in tow, they told me, I might survive. Between dark basement beers during my last month in Washington, my friends presented me a phantasmagoria of single life in L.