Linda Mathieu's experiences living as an American expat in France
The Broken Hearted
It turns out that there are many broken hearts in Los Angeles. Some because they came to LA to make it big, some who lost a love along the way.
Nancy and I ate and drank our way across LA. This was the bar of the Penninsula Hotel.The lobby there.We had lunch at the Roof Top restaurant. I looked up the history of the hotel while there and it turns out that the horrible movie mogul ,Weinstein, stayed here. The ”me too” movement started with him. Someone who used their position to take sexual advantage of young actresses.We then went to the Beverly Wilshire Hotel and saw this stunning Ferarri out front.Their restaurant decoration wasn’t to my taste being too modern and cafeteria like.The bar. This is where my tale begins. A man was sitting next to us interestingly drinking a margarita along with a beer at the same time. Nancy started talking with him. When I asked him where he was from as he had an accent he said Sweden. He had seen a movie when a teenager, fell in love with it and got himself to Hollywood. After ten years he was able to get a job with the actor in the movie that he had seen years before. Probably because he was on his third set of a margarita and a beer, he started telling us that his younger girlfriend had left him and he was working to get her back. We didn’t think that was going to happen. It seemed to us that she had used him for his money. He was sure he could get her back but hadn’t seen her in two weeks. He was so broken hearted. Nancy gave him some advice and we left and I will always wonder what happened.
