Dating in L.A. with No Nipples
“Hi, I’m Lisa. I’m a single mom, my ex is a pedophile and I have no nipples. Nice to meet you!”
I’d blurt that out, or some similar introduction with the same bullet points, often within the first five minutes of a date. Usually when my date would ask me to tell them a little bit about myself. And before my date could respond, I’d quickly add, “But other than that, I’m doing great. My daughter and I are doing great!” I’d say it with my glass-half-full smile, trying to convince myself, more than anyone else, that I was ok, while attempting to make my date feel like he’d won the lottery.
This was my small talk, my dating banter. My scars were no longer purely emotional and internal. They were now physically visible. My life had reached a new level of tragic absurdity that was impossible to hide.
If you would have told me a year earlier that this would be my life, I’d say you were completely out of your mind. I’d tell you that I was married for over a decade to a man I knew better than anyone else in the world. I’d tell you we had a beautiful nine-month-old baby girl and my husband was a doting, hands-on father. I’d tell you about all the crazy guys I dated before I met him, and that he was the good guy. Sure, he had his flaws. Sure, we had our ups and downs. But they seemed normal.
Man, was I wrong!
I had never been so wrong.
Lisa will be performing her acclaimed solo show for a 6 week run, beginning in October to kick off
Breast Cancer Awareness Month, at The Whitefire Theatre in Sherman Oaks.
The Monster Under My Bed Drank My Vodka
The Monster Under My Bed Drank My Vodka is a coming of age dramady chronicling my struggles with OCD, bulimia and alcoholism, culminating with getting sober at the ripe age of 21.
"Rarely does onstage soul-baring feel so fecund or go so deep. We are disarmed by her mimicry: Like a Whoopi Goldberg or Jefferson Mays, David sketches out figures using a minimum of strokes, making her performance as spare as it is emotionally lush." - Backstage