The Love Match

The first time I tried to do the love match between two friends they fell in love and moved in together. I'm about to do it again. And I can barely handle the anticipation of their first meeting.

Here's the situation. I have this Australian girlfriend who lives in LA and has been unlucky in love. She's like many 35-year-old single girls who've had a string of romances but haven't found "the one". Recently she was in Sydney so we caught up. I listened to all her men dramas over a few cocktails thinking that it should be easy in LA. She's a hot celebrity entertainment journalist. What's the problem? Mind you, every single girl I know thinks finding the man is near impossible no matter what city they live in. Okay, so it's not easy.

I used to live in LA myself so I started to think about who I knew. Maybe there was someone I could hook her up with. Then all the sudden I remembered a HOT cameraman I met at the Sundance Film Festival who was from LA. I had no idea if he had a girlfriend or what his situation was but thought I'd mention it to my friend before she headed back. Of course she was totally keen to meet him. So while she was in mid-air heading back to LA, I decided to email Mr. Cameraman to see what he thought about meeting my friend.

May I add this guy was like my hot fantasy man - someone I'd totally go for if I wasn't happily married. More like my backup man and I was turning him over just like that. I couldn't believe it.

I didn't really know the kind of guy she was attracted to but I went for it anyway - I was making my type her type. Normally my friends wouldn't go for the same types of guys that I like. So imposing my taste on her was going to be a first. My type has become so obvious over the years. Without fail, I attract and am attracted to very safe, predictable, trustworthy and wholesome men - the "marrying kind". They are rarely players or rock 'n' roll crazy. So not only is Mr Cameraman good looking he's got a lovable personality.

Anyway I send the email off mentioning my friend in a very casual way to see if he was interested in meeting her. There was no pressure on either one of them. And within like two minutes I get a response back saying, "I'd love to meet your friend... and for the record I don't have a girlfriend at the present moment..." I mean there was no delay. My friend is still flying in mid-air and he has already come back to me with a yes! He could have said, "I'll have to think about it" or "I really thought you were hot at Sundance". Nope. Straight in for my friend. So I told him to go ahead and email her since she was still flying, and that he did. I received an email from her by the next morning saying they had spoken and were going to meet up soon. I swear she must have been back in LA for like five minutes when this all happened.

I will just die if these two become an item. I could end up fantasizing about my friend's boyfriend... and that is so wrong on so many levels!

A Night Without My Wedding Ring

I hit the town on Saturday night with Gracie Spooner. And you wouldn't believe it but before we were due to go out I injured my wedding band finger. Mind you it was actually perfect.

I mean perfect in that it was a test to see if I've still got it. At 36 I wanted to know that I could still pull in the men if I desired. You know what I mean?

Gracie and I couldn't have looked better either. I happened to have my hair appointment that day so I was feeling fabulous. Plus I had on all the gear: skinny jeans with killer lace up boots and the works. Even my husband jokingly said that I looked too hot to be roaming the city.

Anyway, we kicked the night off early by hitting a cool new and happening bar. Except that when we got there it was full of hen's parties (or bachelorette parties). Yes, all girls. But we didn't really care that much as we wanted to ease into the night. So we just gossiped away and let the cocktails slip down before moving on.

Our next hot spot was pumping at first glance but then as we looked around it was just so young. Full of young girls throwing themselves at the boys. I mean, where were all the happening sophisticates that wanted to run wild? Again we went into gossip mode (and at the same time I was thinking that my husband was not going to believe I didn't even get eye contact). Actually my eyes were intently on Gracie and concentrating on her gossip but that's beside's the point.

You have to remember I had no rings on and looked hot and Spooner looked hot and was having man issues - so we weren't going down like this. So my next bright idea was to go gay for the night. And not for each other! We went to a happening gay bar, which was actually pretty trendy and cool. Mostly gay men and hetero couples though which made us wonder where the chicks were. Of course Gracie made me find out the scoop from the bartender with my American accent. But before I leaped into a spiel we decided we had to be from out of town to be asking such a lame question. We settled on New York. And I was an advertising exec while Spooner was an entertainment lawyer. Once that was sorted I asked about the best hangouts for girls on Saturdays. The girl bartender immediately said, " 'Girls' don't do Saturday nights in Sydney. They go out on Fridays." Well, okay then. What was left? We couldn't even be gay if we tried. I mean really. It was time to call it a night!