There are two sides to every love story.
He said, “You write like a girl.” Carve your X’s and O’s into a wooden postcard to make your macho hunk melt (A+R, 1121-1 Abbot Kinney Boulevard, Venice; 310-392-9128).
He said, “The way to my heart is through my stomach.” Doy. He’ll have a coronary over the six-course refined Northern Italian menu at Melograno (6541 Hollywood Boulevard, Hollywood; 323-465-6650)
She said, “I’m sick of your Chrysler; it’s as big as a whale.” The lady’s angling for a Love Shack, a candy-laden gingerbread house from SusieCakes (11708 San Vicente Boulevard, Brentwood; 310-442-2253).
He said, “Let’s jam.” Label one of 45’s reclaimed cassette iPod cases U + Me = Heart Heart Heart, and every song becomes part of your mega love mix.
She said, “Scents and sensibility.” You’ll smell her later with modern, simple note fragrances by Escentric Molecules (Scent Bar, 8327 Beverly Boulevard, West Hollywood; 323-782-8300).
He said, “I’m going to slip into something more comfortable.” Jake Vintage will ensure he won’t return wearing naught but threadbare boxers (4644 Hollywood Boulevard, Los Feliz; 323-662-5253).
She said, “Fine. I’m getting comfy, too.” Broken Heart slippers will keep her precious toes toasty.
Of course she has the last word.