I loooove LA!!
Except for the pseudo-gang-bangers. The real ones seem to be OK. Respect equals Respect with them. The doo-rag white boys in wife beaters just make me laugh. Trying to show off their 12" arms, I guess.
Can't beat the weather, the women and the traffic.
Pretty much your observations are correct, except "Women don't ask you what your name is, they want to know if you're gay or straight" No, they want to know what you "do" and what kind of car you drive. Which should explain all the Ferrari's and Lamborgini's (which, buy the way, are rented or leased by guys that can't really afford them).
What about the fact that you CANNOT walk five feet anywhere in the city without seeing at least 10 people on a cell phone. I swear, in 10 years, half the population of this town are going to have brain tumors roughly the size of a Nokia cell phone.
Personally, I love the organic resturants! What about the fact that you can get avacado on ANYTHING!!
If you haven't already, it's worth a drive to Hollywood to check out Pinks Hotdogs and Rosco's Chicken and Waffles. Seriously.
As long as you're on the westside, being a whiteboy is OK. I'm a whiteboy that bounced at a club in East LA for two years. Talk about a culture shock!
Speaking of westside, go to the end of Washington Blvd, right near the beach. Have a coffee at The Cow's End, eat an amazing dinner at C&O Trattoria, and top it off with a beer at Hinano. All on the same block. Then (if you're into that sort of thing) walk far out onto the beach and fire up a "J". You will see the magic of Venice Beach.
God I miss that city.