Abandoned by Artie. Arrested by Arun.

Looks like Artie has taken a permanent assignment in London, leaving his apartment in my charge. Good thing he has such nice furniture. I’m adjusting to life in Los Angeles slowly. My hot str8 LA Indian roommate Arun will be leaving at the end of the month to become an Urban Planner in Chicago. Arun will be replaced by a friend of his, who promises to be just as responsible and good natured. I’m disappointed because I’ve noticed that a lot of people who think they’re good natured and responsible in LA really aren’t.

But since I am new to Los Angeles, and I'm feeling a little abandoned by the brother who was supposed to take me under his wing a bit, life with Arun is a real pleasure. He is a vegetarian just like me, and he’s excellent in the kitchen. He has taught me how to cook with lots of clarified butter. We’ve fallen into a morning ritual of meditation and yoga stretches on the shag rug in the living room. His eyes are clear, his smile is stunning, and he is a total hottie, but once again, I’m caught in the trap of befriending an ambiguously gay guy, who just isn’t gay. I also have an Indian Thruline. This seems to be a pattern with me, but I’m not sure how to curtail these things once my heart gets involved. I have decided to sign him up as my imaginary summer fling, but he hasn’t suspected anything yet. Once he moves out, I have a feeling I’ll be left with an imaginary heartache which may only be cured by moving back to NYC. That might be good because the bagels in Los Angeles are killing me.