My friends Natasha and Mimi and I were tired of getting ghosted on the dating apps. A year after I moved from Miami to L.A., I felt as if the only way to meet someone for real in this city was to go out.

So off we went to the rooftop bar at the W Hotel in Hollywood for jazz night. Surely, we’d meet sophisticated men there.

Eager to make some new connections, we spotted three guys by the bar. Perfect! Natasha, who was the fearless one of our group, walked right up to them and asked the one guy who looked like a Hollywood model if he had a lighter. He did, and just like that, we had our in.

The friend next to Mr. Hollywood was different. He had long curly hair and was easy on the eyes. He didn’t seem to be putting up a front. He introduced himself as Wes and said he had arrived that same

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