substitute

I smell what you're cooking (even if sometimes it is a fetid stew). In my case, it is not a sudden move. I have felt this way for over a year, and so, for me, it makes sense to change my environs if - and while - I can. I'm tired of not meeting anyone, and if I do, they're either too young/stupid ("The new Blink album is really bitchin', isn't it?") too established ("My kid[s] need a Father figure,") or completely unattracted to me ("You drive a Saturn?").

20 years ago, "L.A. is vapid" was an cliche, isolated in Beverly Hills & certain other pockets. Now it is fact.