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Two men dance.

L.A. Affairs: He looked hot in his tight jeans, boots and cowboy hat. Would he ask me to dance?

I saw all these men in jeans, most in boots, cowboy hats and some in leather chaps. But I was only interested in one guy on the dance floor. Would he ever notice me?

Illustration by Daniel Fishel / For the Times for Kim Ohara essay

L.A. Affairs: For years, I juggled co-parenting, dating and taking care of a family cat I didn’t like

A bride places a pen and notebook in her garter hose.

L.A. Affairs: I grew up on Disney princesses and fairy tales. Was I ready for my own happily ever after?

I thought it was love at first serve. I was wrong Illustration by Holly Farndell / For the Times for Kelly Schwartz essay

L.A. Affairs: Oh, how my body wanted my pickleball partner! Then he opened his big mouth

L.A. Affairs: Men who don’t understand L.A. won’t understand me. What’s a city girl to do?

L.A. Affairs: Nothing scared me more than intimacy — except L.A. freeways. But I had to face them both

L.A. Affairs: I was over dating in L.A. Then a charming co-worker came along

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