Deep Dating Experiences in the Los Angeles Dystopia Reveal a Real Hidden "Wickedness"

April 27th, 2026, 

Dating after the pandemic was better than during the pandemic 

Little did I know, I was re-forging identity

It’s not an easy to do in a society with so much bad information

Time alone, as it would turn out, was an opportunity for self-development. 

“What do you believe is the ultimate Truth?”

The problem with asking is that they can be asked reciprocally by another human…as happened to me on a date with a woman who had her own unique look; I had never met anyone who looked like her before - not a movie actress - not another human I had ever met.  The way she watched me through reminded me of a student I had who would watch me quietly, then hang out around my desk when other students gathered around; I would just be sitting in class sometimes, and I would her feel her gaze on me when I wasn’t watching; my awareness didn’t used to be like that. I used to be an NPC, a non-playable character - sometimes there is someone who is curious…and watches you…I could feel her watching me

The woman on this post-pandemic date was giving me a very similar feeling. She looked at me, almost scared; but also interested, a rare event, especially with a woman as attractive as her. We had been talking for about four months, and we had one facetime call; I really thought she would have lost interest because she was attractive enough to seem to be able to choose anyone; when I saw her in person, my first thought was that she could have any guy in the world. 

I was surprised she liked me.

The truth? 

I found myself in a difficult chapter in life.  

“What do you believe is the ultimate truth?” she asked me. 

It wasn’t just what she was saying it, but it was how she was saying it - with a curiosity so intense it reminded me of my own - behind the eyes it wasn’t me though - it was a woman whose beauty made me so nervous that I found myself meditating between breaths - this is crazy - this is crazy - this is crazy - it was a coping mechanism I learned from Chevy Chase in one of his movie roles -- if this unicorn were to become my girlfriend, I think I would be so stupid happy, I’d forget almost every single problem I’ve ever had in the world.

I would have won the lottery. 

I don’t know why I felt unworthy, but her gaze was one of like. I began to realize I had issues - a low self-esteem maybe?  I was in a moment so rare, like a real life movie, electrified in presence. She wasn’t Marilyn Monroe… she was her own thing. 

“Are you not going to answer the question?” 

I felt semi-paralyzed, it  hoping it wasn’t obvious.

I found myself trying to hide my state of shock…

that this woman seemed to really like me. 

I could tell by her body language…and I didn’t know what to do about it.

I was nervous. 

Any word that comes out wrong, Louis…and you’ll never see her again. 

She would scurry and my heart would already be broken because of the wrong word I said; I was trying to pick precise language, no miscommunications, no moving ahead in the story, no daydreams, no fantasies of complete bliss with this woman rolling around the sheets with me; I was a dumb dog; and was a very royal cat…who decided to leave the palace…just once…to see if out there really might be some commoner out there sophisticated enough to entertain her. 

“Can you?” That’s what her body language told me. 

But I wasn’t sure the answer was yes.

I wasn’t sure how deep our plot line might become…

At the present time, I was just captivated in a way that felt like a daze

Something might be wrong with me

I fought the urge to escape to the bathroom

I stayed at the table

And she watched me, as if trying to figure out that if 

I was the guy. 

“Ultimate reality?” I said. 

“I’m not sure I’m the person you want to ask about that,” I finished, hoping she’d retract the very question I had asked her. 

“Yes,” she said. She was looking at me, sort of happy, sort of having a good time, buoyant. 

She probably couldn’t tell how much I liked her.

I felt like I should try to hide it as much as I could. 

She must be used to this… from men.

She could have any man

 just by raising her hand. 

This is crazy. 

“So…the real question,” I say. “Is What is Reality?”

She looked at me with anticipation

I felt pressured to entertain her. 

“Before I begin this story,” I told her. “Would you mind making a few choices?” 

“Choices?” 

“I tell stories in three versions,” I explain. “One, how they actually happened. Two, very to the point - very data-oriented or Three - Entertainment mode, which means I kind of exaggerate.” 

Her eyes got really big, and she looked kind of scared that I had asked her such an unexpected question. 

She was scared, but like scared like she was watching a movie.  

“Entertainment,” she said. 

“Entertainment?” I asked. “Is that your final choice?”

She smiled real big with anticipation, ‘I want to be entertained.” 

“Before I tell you this story about reality,” I told her. “First, she would have to tell me something that you would never tell anybody else.” She paused, “Oh, my,” she said. “I’m a licensed therapist. I have clients in Beverly Hills. There’s lots of things I know that I can’t tell others. Does that mean I finally get to tell one of the wicked stories I’ve never been able to talk about?” 

“Yes,” I said. “In this game you are free,” I said. 

She paused, absorbed my face, like with gratitude.  

I felt like a lucky bard who got to tell a story to someone I thought that would never care. “I’m not supposed to do this,” she told me. “But ever since I came to Los Angeles, I have had this burden of the wickedness I have heard about. I can finally free myself with this game of yours, Louis.” 

And that’s when the waiter came to the table, asking us if we’d like to order drinks. 

“I don’t drink,’ I said. “I used to when I was a kid, but alcohol is poison for the body - though I do drink non-alcoholic beer.” 

“I don’t drink either,” she said. “But sometimes I do.” 

And that’s how our first date began at the Museum by UCLA - The Hammer. I was  afraid she would scurry away at any moment, but then she started to tell me the story of one of clients…and how this victim had also been her client…she would tell me that she could not believe the wickedness of the world.