Key Takeaways: some friendships can withstand everything - even a walk through the La Brea Tar Pits
Name: Adam (for Adam Driver because he’s an actor)
Length of date: 2 hours
How the date was obtained: I asked!
Where: My house
As many of you know, I am back in LA! Whoop Whoop! So, to announce my return, I posted a CUTE pic on insta! Soon after I posted, a friend of mine from college reached out and said, “I would love to see ya.” It’s been close to 6 months since I’ve seen this friend, whom I'll call Adam.
Adam and I go way back. We were both theatre majors at the same college and shared the stage in many productions. In fact, before I came to this college, I saw a show that Adam was in and was mesmerized by his performance. I was in awe of his commitment to his character and stage presence.
Anyway, when Adam reached out, I was excited to hear from him. After some fun texting banter, we arranged to go on a walk together!
I should say that I didn’t view this walk as a date. Adam and I have been friends for years and although there was a time when I thought there was a spark between us, it never ignited. I was just excited to walk and catch up.
I met him at his house and we walked to the La Brea Tar Pits and LACMA. Side note for those of you who don’t know about the tar pits: The La Brea Tar Pits might be the most over-rated thing/park/historical spot in Los Angeles. It is literally a park with smelly pits of tar all over the place. Like, if your biggest selling point is that a mammoth got stuck and then drown in one of your pits then I’m sorry but I’m not interested.
So, Adam and I walked to the Tar Pits, sniffed around, and then we walked back to his house. During this time, we caught up and eventually talked about Date a Week LA. While Adam and I were discussing dating, the man I was going to go on a date with that night serendipitously texted me! How exciting... until, I read his text, which read: "Totally forgot I have to go out to Rancho Cucamonga today. Let’s try something later.” Rancho Cucamonga? How do you just “forget” that you have to go to Rancho Cucamonga? So, that man and the date were CANCELED.
I told Adam about my dilemma and he said, “you can just count this as a date.” I thought: “hmmm this is a viable option. I could even rant about The La Brea Tar Pits! People might think that’s SUPER funny! Maybe they will tell their friends about the blog and explain that I am a comedic genius!” Yet, my conscience was telling me it was a cop-out. I didn’t consider my walk with Adam a date, so I couldn’t just pretend it was for the sake of this blog. So, I came up with a brilliant idea. I could invite him over to my house later that day for dessert. This would feel more like a date. Nothing says romantic date like sharing some sweet treats! We could get cupcakes or banana pudding from Magnolia Bakery, come back to my house, light a candle, and continue talking!
That’s not exactly how things went down. Adam was greeted by my roommate and her mom, who was visiting, and we talked about the royal family (and Camilla Parker Bowles…woof) for a long time, later we walked to Magnolia which was closed, so we came back to my house and I made him caffeine-free bedtime tea. I then offered him the only “dessert” I had: 72% dark chocolate Ghirardelli squares. Adam then proceeded to put his dark chocolate square into his tea because he thought I offered the tea and chocolate as a pair. I then said something like, “oh no… that’s… that’s not how you do it.” I said I would be happy to get him a fresh tea and Ghirardelli square, but he rolled with it in true Adam fashion. We then ended the night with my other roommate coming to chat with Adam. Eventually, the bed-time tea was hitting all of us and I said goodnight to Adam.
I am lucky that Adam is a great sport and he didn’t seem fazed by my last-minute planning and execution. I always enjoy my time with him because we always end up taking a walk down memory lane. We talk about shows we were in, professors we had, and dances we attended together; we have history.
Right now, it would be hard to imagine my life without Adam. He’s one of my closest friends in LA. But for me, that doesn’t mean that Adam and I need to have a romantic relationship together. I am fortunate to have his friendship and I hope he feels the same.
The future for us… hopefully more walks, just not to the La Brea Tar Pits.
Next Week: more dating in LA!
For additional opinions of the horrible La Brea Tar Pits, read this post on trip advisor titled "It Smells Really Bad."