My single peeps: Aimee L.
Aimee was born and raised in Memphis, Tenn., but went to college in upstate New York to get as far away from the South as possible.
Aimee was born and raised in Memphis, Tenn., but went to college in upstate New York to get as far away from the South as possible.
Lisa describes herself as looking like Shirley Temple, “But I’m spicy — not vanilla.” She’s originally from New York, then moved to San Francisco for 12 years.
Jason lives in the same building as I do and shares an apartment with two friends from high school. During our interview him for this profile, one of the roommates, Rebecca, wanders around the house, eavesdropping.
I met Eva this year as part of EILI, an entertainment leadership group through The Jewish Federation.
Ian grew up with two much older sisters, but “I was kind of like an only child … good life, good childhood, maids … I even had a wet nurse.”
Esther walks into Starbucks to sit down with me, recognizes a young guy at the table next to us and gives him a hug. “He’s my acting coach.” She sits down, continuing, “I noticed people come off kvetchy [in the column]. I want to come off on a higher level. On a sophisticated level.” Her accent is the Jewish Bronx of the 1940s.
Jaclyn spent her childhood moving from place to place: “We were a gypsy family.” So she has a lot to compare it to when she says, “I love L.A. I love living here. It’s got everything. And I like the people. I dispute most of the clichéd descriptions of the people in L.A. I found very intellectual, deep-thinking and smart people out here.”
Altara is an only child, raised in New York. She wants to find a man from the East Coast. And when she wants something, she goes after it. That’s how she got in this column.
As soon as Michele sits down with me, she says, “I’m crap at talking about myself.” Hear it with a British accent, and it’s 10 times cuter. I’ve known Michele for years — she’s a friend of a friend — and I realize I don’t know a whole lot about her. She really is crap at talking about herself. She’s a great listener. And unlike the rest of us who moved to Los Angeles because we’re desperate for attention due to getting lost in big, loud families and having dead fathers (just me?), Michele is quietly comfortable with who she is.