Broke and Single Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Huddled Masses Alec Banks

Given the current state of the economy in this country, I’m not alone in feeling desperation when it comes to my financial situation.  Compounding matters is the fact that I live in one of the more materialistic and outwardly opulent cities in the United States: Los Angeles.  It’s a place where Mercedes are considered Toyotas and women’s handbags come at the cost of a condo payment in other parts of the country.  But I knew what I was getting into when I packed my bags and entered the land of glitz and glam over three years ago.  What I didn’t count on was how heavily my flaccid bank account would effect my love life.

But it did.  A lot.

It begs the question; am I broke because I’m single or am I single because I’m broke?  The latter would seem to be a more accurate description, and definitely a lesson Dr. Huxtable would give his son, Theo, about the financial ineptitude of many males my age.  Before I go on a long diatribe about love, life and the pursuit of the almighty buck, I thought I should first introduce myself.  I’m Alec, I’m broke, single and kinda successful as a writer.  Stop by every Thursday to have a giggle at my financial and loveless expense.  Do I have a sense of humor?  Yes.  Do I have a box spring?  No.  Welcome to being broke and single.

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  1. I hesitate to say this, but I’m disturbed by the resume. Maxim & playboy are so offensive and hurtful. I do apologize for making a critical comment that’s sort of personal instead of about the content of the post. I’m doing it anyway because I want to represent women who are bothered by those magazines.

  2. Hrmmm.. I wonder what my Honda Civic would be equated to in LA? Probably something like a Buick Lesabre. Whatever. I love my Civic.

  3. This in fact made me giggle, as I lay on my mattress on the floor, home alone on a Friday night. Good to know I’m not the only one!

  4. Love, love, love! Broke and single in SF and trying not to be bitter. Trying. So. Very. Hard. <3

  5. As a broke chick from Santa Barbara, I can already relate! Love it! :)

  6. I like the bio. “he doesn’t put ketchup on his prose.” Now see I already like you.

  7. My boyfriend also doesn’t have a box spring. But I’m broke too, so we go out when we can afford it and stay in when we can’t. I love him regardless of how much money he has. You’ll eventually find yourself an equally broke lady that you can laugh with about how you’re having pasta for the 5th night in a row. :) But it’s great because then you can cuddle instead of using the heat! Right?! Hah, hah, hah….?!

  8. So there’s 2 Broke Girls and now 1 Broke Guy? ;)