In the Words of MyCheekyDate Los Angeles
The mystery of the disappearing effort — West Coast edition.
Remember when a guy would lean in close at a rooftop bar in Hollywood and whisper something that made your knees go soft like overcooked linguine?
When conversation had rhythm, not buffering?
When you didn’t need to decode a message that just said “hey”… sent from Runyon Canyon… at 6:12 a.m.?
Ah, the lost art of flirting.
Somewhere between TikTok thirst traps, “good vibes only,” and LA’s collective obsession with self-optimization, the flirt quietly left the building — probably in a vintage convertible, sunglasses on, no real destination.
😴 The Extinction of Effort — Los Angeles Style
Today’s LA man flirts like he’s operating on low power mode.
The grand gestures?
Lost in traffic on the 405.
The witty banter?
Replaced with recycled memes they screen-recorded from a friend’s story.
Mystery?
Please — he’s already posted three mirror selfies from Equinox before breakfast.
It’s not that LA men can’t flirt.
They just don’t see why they should.
Why write a clever line when you can drop a 🔥 emoji between sound baths and protein shakes and call it a romantic gesture?
😬 Fear of the Flop (AKA: Being Screenshot by LA Group Chats)
To be fair — this city is a tough crowd.
One misread wink, one too-bold compliment, one unfortunate attempt at charm…
and suddenly you’re the main character in someone’s group chat:
“GUESS what this guy in Silver Lake said to me 😭💀”
So now, LA men tiptoe so carefully…
they forget to actually step forward.
But here’s the thing:
✨ Charm doesn’t survive in caution tape.
✨ It thrives in confidence, mischief, and a little risk.
We don’t want perfect.
We want present.
We want someone who shows up — not someone who drafts, deletes, and panics.
📱 Swipe Fatigue & the Death of the Chase in LA
Dating apps were supposed to make things easier.
Instead, they’ve turned LA into a never-ending scroll of “who’s hotter within a 6-mile radius.”
Everyone’s browsing.
No one’s investing.
Flirting used to be about discovery, the spark of “what if…”
Now it’s more like “what else is out there?” — usually said while parallel parking in West Hollywood.
And that’s the tragedy:
somewhere between convenience and curated personas, genuine curiosity disappeared.
🧃 Welcome to the Softboy Era (Now With Adaptogens)
Ah yes — the modern LA softboy.
Emotionally aware.
Into breathwork.
Probably has a favourite cold plunge location.
But planning an actual date?
Absolutely not.
He’ll talk to you about:
His inner child
His reparenting journey
His attachment style
His oat milk preference
His healer’s availability
…and then ghost you before brunch at Sqirl.
He means well.
He’s just all feelings, no follow-through.
💥 Bring Back the Banter, Los Angeles
Ladies, we might need to collectively raise the bar again.
A cheeky line.
A compliment with some backbone.
A question that isn’t “wyd” or “u around Silver Lake?”
Because effort?
💥 Effort is sexy.
💫 Thoughtfulness is irresistible.
💌 Confidence mixed with humour is basically extinct — which makes it a total LA power move.
🥂 The Cheeky Takeaway
Flirting isn’t manipulation.
It’s not a game.
It’s chemistry — and the courage to show interest without irony or Instagram filters.
Somewhere between endless apps, endless wellness routines, and endless ego preservation…
LA lost the thrill of the chase.
So here’s your MyCheekyDate Los Angeles Challenge:
Next time you’re about to send a lazy emoji…
say something actually interesting.
Give someone butterflies again.
Romance may be on life support in LA —
but a little cheek never killed anyone.
And honestly?
This city could use the spark.