Broke and Single Where the Magic Happens Alec Banks

Writing is a profession that lends itself to being happy in spurts, hungover ofttimes and hungry as sure as it is piercingly sunny in Los Angeles.  I write because it makes me happy, and I eat Ramen noodles because that’s what the skill-set affords me at this very moment.  Never once have I considered taking a more conventional career path, as I’ve watched people I once considered to be friends revert from being beautiful butterflies back into cubicle-induced pupa.  Why?  Because greenbacks will do that to you, and I’m a firm believer that there is much more to life than money.

But in Los Angeles, there’s only money when it comes to dating, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about women just as much as I think about penning the next great American novel.  As much as I consider myself to be a smart, attentive and clever person, here is where I must make the magic happen with the fairer sex due to my work choice.

There she is in all of her flat-as-a-pancake glory.  My bed.  On the floor.  I’d show you my electric blanket that I’ve been forced to employ like an old Jewish bubby thanks to my broken heat, but discussing bedding logistics seems to be more of a third read kind of thing.  On the lucky occasion that a girl might actually want to come into my bedroom, it’s always quite a sight to observe her befuddled face as she tries to wrap her head around the lonely lifeboat nestled in the corner.  Without fail, it always brings her back to the moment when she thought she was going to get a pony for Christmas and ended up with earrings from Claire’s Boutique instead.  Her face.  My shame.  Her thoughts…of finding an investment banker with Chiclet teeth instead of a passionate dreamer (who has those dreams in a wadded up piece of chewing gum turned mattress).  For every one of those aborted instances between the potential Ms. Right Now and I, and the ineptitude it brings along, something truly magic happens.

I write about it.  My writing becomes that much stronger and more focused.  The trusty white page and cursor have never once asked me about my stock portfolio or what kind of car I drive.  Instead, they’ve looked over me as I sleep soundly on that flapjack.  This is where the true magic happens.  If only a Los Angeles charlatan would agree.  Do I have the desire to be the next great writer in Hollywood?  Yes.  Can I afford either the Manolo or the Blahnik?  No.  Welcome to being broke and single.

 

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  1. Males and females alike can be shallow creatures. The truth is though, there are still females out there that would much rather have a guy who has a passion for his work than a guy who has a passion for making money at all costs.
    Sometimes being broke is the greatest adventure. I have no doubt that you will find a lovely lady to share your adventures with one day soon.

  2. totally solid claire’s reference.
    i’m still waiting for my pony.

  3. I agree with the first comment – that bed looks perfect. Also, I read the “About” blurb on your web site, and I just have to say: you can’t find any cheese fries in LA?! I moved here three months ago, and quickly thereafter I discovered the best cheese fries of my life. The Counter. Parmesan cheese fries. Get some in your belly.

  4. I’d take a passionate dreamer over Chiclets in a suit any day

  5. This little blurb made me laugh. A lot. And I love your Chicago-sports-themed writing area. I’m sure those Blackhawks proved inspiring 2 years ago… Not so much now, but who knows?! They’ll probably win another championship before our Cubbies ever get around to it.

  6. “Without fail, it always brings her back to the moment when she thought she was going to get a pony for Christmas and ended up with earrings from Claire’s Boutique instead. ”

    HAHAH This line made me laugh so very hard! Thanks for giving me a good laugh on a day when it was sorely needed! Also, if a girl doesn’t like your lifestyle, then forget about her. There are plenty of ladies that just want a nice, passionate, and loving guy and could care less about what that guy can buy her or what his apartment looks like. You’ll find her!

  7. Awww you. (Internet hug)

    And chin up, fellow single, broke and struggling with life! There are girls who could careless about Manolos if the guy is top-notch. You just have to look really hard for them. But that’s what the internet is for. :)

  8. Honestly, I don’t live in L.A. so that’s probably why I care more about personality than stock porftolios. My boyfriend’s bed isn’t on the floor, but he does use an unzipped sleeping bag for a comforter. That’s life! I’d rather date someone who is doing what he loves and doesn’t have a lot of money, than someone who’s more concerned with the material things.

  9. As a very struggling writer, I can’t afford anything but this tiny room next to a noisy club, with window panes that just won’t shut down and an upstairs neighbor with a tendency to vacuum when I’m trying to get some sleep. Did I mention that she jumps around a lot, which causes tiny bits of parget to fall all over my bed? Hardly a recipe for success with the opposite sex.
    Oh…the truth is, I like it. Sure, money is great and a nice fancy meal every once in a while would be awesome, but I get to do what I love and occasionally get paid for it. So yes, I”m broke, single but I’m also weirdly happy :)

  10. If you ask me that bed looks mighty cozy and awesome. All I have is a pullout couch.

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