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Part II of ten surprisingly lovely days with a 19-Year-Old Swedish Sex Kitten who turned out to have quite more than Nordic good looks.

Four out of the last five women who have shared my bed all said they had boyfriends when I met them. To the best of my knowledge three actually did and one was completely fibbing. I really don’t care one way or the other. And when a woman you’d like to meet (and bed) tells you that she has a boyfriend, you shouldn’t care much either. Whenever a woman tells me she has a...

The holidays are a great time to sarge (pick up) women. Why now? Because shopping malls are FILLED to the brim with hot women doing their last minute shopping. Go to any major mall in the country and you'll have the chance to meet all the smokin' babes you could possibly want! Use any of these 4 basic approaches, adapted for the holiday shopping season, to meet the sexy girls of your dreams!

1. Go running on Los Feliz Blvd in the evenings, to get the anger out. (It's well-lit, fairly level, and a little exhilarating with all the cars rushing by. Just mind the sprinklers at 8.) 2. Hang out in Studio City or Burbank, etc. There's something oddly cheerful and reliable about that area. 3. Make frequent, unapologetic Pinkberry and gelato trips. 4. Go to the Griffith Observatory and see the Planetarium. That is some uplifting...

Today someone I love broke up with me, because he thinks that his whole life, he's been living for other people and not for himself. And that everyone's perception of him has been wrong, his entire life, and now it's time for him to figure out who he is. ...Anyone know what the fuck that means?? He pursued me, and he was totally wonderful for 5 months - I've never been so happy -...

Driving around the eastside we've noticed a bunch of guerilla advertising signs tucked into soft shoulders and median strips curbside: the first was SilverLakeSingles.com. We were vaguely curious, perhaps giving a moment or two of thought to why they hadn't done somethingmore hipster, like pasteups, then reconsidered in light of Sony's backlash. Then we let it go.

Take googlemaps and add the Hot or Not API and whaddaya get? The Hot or Not Dating Map. There are photos and profiles and, since it's a map, locations all at your fingertips. LA is among the 9 U.S. cities in beta — plus Toronto! And all of Europe and Asia! We're guessing the idea is to hook you up with somebody cute down the block — although in LA, of course, that means a 25-minute drive. (Via Googlemaps Mania)

We dropped by the ""Hammer Bash" last night. First of all, great name for a party. Also, it's always fun to be in a museum at night, like the characters in -- Thursday nights at MOCA are good for this too. The weird weather hadn't gotten really weird yet, and it was only a bit chilly, and very pretty, sipping wine or cocktails on the balcony above the courtyard.

About a week and a half ago, we went on a sunset hike, and it was just as lovely as the phrase "sunset hike" promises, at least if hiking appeals to you. The hike was run by the Sierra Club 20s and 30s Singles Section, which one can join without joining the Sierra club proper. We had never been on a nighttime hike before, unless you count long treks from campfire to bunk at Girl Scout camp. It was not quite a moonlight hike, because clouds veiled the moon, but the wide path at the top of Temescal Ridge was easy to navigate with a flashlight.

Cynics of the world will not be surprised to find out that divorce became a whole lot easier thanks to a Los Angeles case. Citizens of this city of exes have a bad rap for treating marriage like, well, a bad wrap – chucking it easily into the nearest trash can. Yet, the legal decision that makes divorce doable evinces nothing but the highest respect for institution of marriage. It’s a case worth revisiting, especially before the new season of Desperate Housewives begins.

Apparently, LA ranks as the 7th best city for singles in the nation, according to Forbes. Hmmm, 7th? At first glance, we're thinking perhaps that's a little generous, considering we're single in this city, and we don't get the sense that our odds here are theoretically better than the other 33 places listed. We've always thought that this town was coolly detached from dating--that the singles scene was about being seen; your choices are hookups or posing. So how did they come up with this ranking? They looked at the cost of living for a single person, based on income and housing options. They also factored in culture, nightlife, and something called "coolness." Incidentally, we're the big loser for coolness, pulling a rank of 11, behind our pals in Austin's hip #1. And while we rock the nightlife, coming in a respectable second behind our Big Apple friends, ultimately NY ranks overall behind us, in 8th place, which Gothamist seems content with. 7th, then, seems just right. Apparently, in order to overcome our singlehood, we need to worry less about being cool and more about lovin' the nightlife (shudder). But we wonder, if these cities are so great for singles, where does the couple call home when they hook up permanently?

Nothing like a good breakup to set your head spinning, wondering what goddamn freeway to careen your drunk ass off of next. What's the quickest interstate out of Misery, 90042? Hurriedly, you check the show listings on LAist. Q and not U? No, they remind you of your ex. Spending $12 to see 'em would make you too poor to afford late night tacos, bullets or a decent obituary.

This is where a little something called Porn Star Karaoke comes in. It's both an in-the-flesh fantasy come to life event, but also something that can level the playing field. Just because they're tanned, toned, slacked, and semi-clad does not mean they can sing. But, oh, it's sure fun to watch. Sardo's Bar in Burbank is home to weekly event where the folks who keep the Valley economy thriving mingle at the mic with regular people like us. In fact, according to a couple of websites, such as Contact Porn Stars and Adult Industry News, this is truly a local elbow-rubbing (elbow, folks, we said elbows only!) opportunity for karaoke enthusiasts, barflies, porn fans, and studs and starlets to hang out and belt out a favorite tune. May we suggest "Like a Virgin"? We didn't think so. If Porn Star Karaoke conjures up one word in association, it would have to be...fun! And while we don't necessarily predict any singles might actually score, it certainly doesn't hurt to show up and see the skintastic spectacle. Can porn stars actually sing? We say, heck, let's find out!

Honey, LAist loves you. We're sorry we got stoned last night and started asking angsty questions about who you'd want with you on a desert island, us or your ex. We were fools. And yeah, we can admit that when we got off the phone, we curled up with a pillow and spent a half hour listening to U2. But it's Monday now, and we each have a rush hour to fight. So while we take shifts smiling and coolly surveying the crowds, let's remember our long rainy weekend, our LA vacation at home, and all the perfect days we had together.

LAist's Single in the City cannot masquerade as someone who has all the answers. After all, if we had all the answers to life's burning questions we would be spending our time trying to profit from our wisdom and maybe doing a guest stint on the Dr. Phil show. But this isn't the case. And we don't like Dr. Phil. We've digressed. The fact remains that this is a hard city in which to find yourelf dateless. And it's a hard city in which to find yourself searching for a date. So we'd like to offer you a sampling of ways in which you might encounter Mr. or Ms. Right (or Right Now, since we know how these things go) in this jungle of singlehood called LA.

Today shouldn't be about moaning your singlehood; we certainly aren't. Today is about throwing hard earned cash on perishables. And by perishables we mean all things edible (underwear or chocolate), embibable (pink champagne on ice, perhaps?), or inevitable disposable (overpriced roses, and, in some cases, your significant other). Here's where the single has a clear leg up: With no (in)significant other to fret about, you can splurge on yourself with no risk, and pure gain!