What a tumultuous summer it has been. I've laid on beaches in the South of France, East Hampton, Martha's Vineyard and Venice Beach. Now, as it is coming to a close I'm realizing that this summer I will never forget.

I am here in LA selling my house and my car. Everything is behind schedule so the car at least won't be sold until after I leave. I have gotten back into yoga, went surfing for the first time since January and have run the streets with friends nearly every night this month.

I also got dumped by Cristina, my girlfriend.

She was here for a week and things were rough. She had brought her friend with her and they were staying in a hotel. They had made these plans for this summer back in the spring when I had broken up with her. Then we got back together and spent a super romantic week together in Manhattan and the Hamptons and another week together with the kids in St. Tropez. When she arrived here in LA, however, something had changed and sure enough, the night before she returned to Italy she broke up with me.

I don't blame her at all. We have been long distance for three years and I am certainly not prepared to get married. She doesn't see herself as a new mom for the kids and she just got a job that will tie her more to Milan.

Still, this city has been the location for the worst heartaches of my life and those emotional memories have come flooding back to me. It was here in LA that my wife moved out on the kids and me. It was to here in LA that my French fiancee emailed me the letter telling me that we were through.

I don't blame Cris but it could not have come at a worse time for me. I feel as if I am in a small village surrounded by raging forest fires. The unsold car, the unsold house, my health, all are out there threatening.

it was a week ago that she told me and I am already better. We still text several times a day and still say I love you. Now, however, she is as free as she has allowed me to be, to find a more suitable and more permanent mate.

It's just that I am so terrible at dating. I really don't know how I will manage. Maybe this time I'll try mail order.