You're right, cylon. I was joking -- a little. In my own rather vast experience with men who are musicians in Los Angeles, along with the desire to make music, to convey beauty through the wonderful art that is sound, to perfect their craft, there also lies in these men a craving for women to be attracted to them.
My point for Rockchick is that coming to L.A. to couple up with a hot male rockstar (who, by the way, is neither overweight nor bald, who is not confident, who feels like women will never like him, who doesn't care about money, is under the age of 25, and the rest of her endless list of qualifications), she will encounter a magnified version of what she's experiencing now -- a rather serious dearth of potential suitors. If there does exist such a beast as what she's dreaming of, she'll be hoping and dreaming surrounded by a crowd of other hopers and dreamers, many of whom are 18 and look like Elisha Cuthbert.
What I'm saying is: the issues Rockchick has about relationships are not going to be magically solved by moving to Los Angeles.
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