About a month ago I went to a friend’s birthday party at a new place in Santa Monica called Bungalow. Angelenos… have you been there? I love it. Super cute, great drinks, a 30-something crowd, and good music. There is NO food (olives, beef jerky and chips – that’s it!), but that’s not the point. It’s like being invited to a 70s something backyard pool party, sans pool.
I got there on time (which I ALWAYS do) and the birthday girl and her friends were about 20 mins late. So, I sat down, had a cocktail and checked out the scene. At the table next time to me were 5 guys all in their late 30s to mid-40s. All married, but one. I smiled a few times, but didn’t say anything or make a move. The unmarried 30-something wasn’t really my scene.
Then the girls arrived. It was like a tornado hit Bungalow. All of the sudden loud, scantily clan 30-something women were running a muck. Our reserved table fit 6 and there were about 12 of us, so we were spilling over into the areas on all sides of us – including the previously mentioned guy party.
I ended up sitting next to them and got to talking… this was 2 seconds before the “assistant to the birthday girl” got their attention. She was 27, tall, brunette, really LOUD, and had the least amount of clothes on. To the girls at the party, she was the assistant. That’s her job. Yes, a 27-year-old assistant amongst power women. She, like any other tall, skinny girl in LA, was also a model. She reminded me of Courtney from the Bachelor. So she, of course, told the guys next to us that she was a model. Kudos to her for going with her aspiring title and not her real one!
Now, I was just sitting back and laughing. The 30-something unmarried guy was all over her like white on rice. His friend and I couldn’t stop laughing about it. I’m sure he thought, “I went out for after work drinks and now I’m talking to a model.” I sat there drinking my wine and talking to the other men about what we do for a living, life in LA, etc. You know, grown up topics. I talked to unmarried guy for a few minutes while asst/model girl was running around taking pictures of the group on her cell. Ends up, unmarried guy went to a local high school and we actually had a few friends in common. Yes, that would make me older than asst/model girl… bummer. And, of course, the minute he started talking to the asst/model girl he got cuter. Why is that?
About an hour after we all arrived, and tequila shots were bought for the groups from our new man friends, the guys were getting ready to head home to their wives and families. Unmarried guy asked the asst/model for her card. Which she doesn’t have… so she gave him her number on his card. I told unmarried guy’s friend there was no way in hell that was happening.
I said goodbye to unmarried guy and actually said to him (I SWEAR!) “When you’re done with the model, you should give me a call” and gave him my card. He smiled, took my card, gave me a hug (weird) and said goodbye. I wasn’t hoping anything would happen, but I kinda wanted to put him in his place.
Flash forward to a week later… unmarried guy called asst/model – TWICE. She never called him back. So, boys… the lesson here, hit on something that is realistic, age appropriate, and actually thinks you’re cute and interesting. Girls, same goes for you!