In L.A., my car was an escape hatch from dates that didn´t work out
(LA Times Television)

A man I once dated in Los Angeles broke up with me in his car, then immediately asked if I wanted to get dinner across the street. `I don´t think this is working,` he said, his long eyelashes flickering, as he gripped the steering wheel and stared straight ahead. And then: `Are you hungry? I´m...