Jun 13 2010

Where the Hell are All the Single Men God-damn It!?

Is it really too bloody much to ask that there be at least a half dozen hot, single men in my town of 22,000?

You’d think with 22,000 I’d be able to have a drink at the local and actually have someone interesting to talk to.

I’m pretty cute. I’ve held up well (for my age) I’m fun and funny and out-going and have a job. I don’t live in a dumpster, drink to excess, shy away from adventure. What the hell?

Secretly, I think this is just a test to see if I can truly be single in a town where the only single guys are the ones who’ve simply outlived their wives. The average age here seems to be somewhere around 200 years old. Uggg.

Frequently my sistas and I are required to make the sojourn to downtown Vancouver to check out the local talent. Vancouver is, depending on how you drive, 20 or so minutes from where we live. It’s not a long way but it’s an $80 cab ride if you decide to get silly or stay out past the transit system hours.

The other night we made the trek. All of us, all dolled up, looking like Sex in the City meets Target. We looked hot. We’re all of a certain age and we chose our destination accordingly…Sandbar (otherwise known as Vancouver’s cougar bar)

What a colossal disappointment that turned out to be. The only guys that even spoke to us had to be reeled in like Marlin and even they weren’t much to shake a stick at.

What the hell is wrong with men these days? They have great role models! (see above) They should be able to model their behaviour on the suave, debonaire example that my buddy George sets for them. He’s doing his part to bring the 30-55 set into line and these idiots are paying no attention whatsoever!

What more can we women do than spend an hour to get gorgeous, go to where the men are and look approachable but not so approachable that someone’s hand is up your skirt before first names are exchanged? Tell me, I want to know the secret.

If the secret is “be 22″ then don’t tell me, I’ll wallow in my 44 ness and be happy at that.

Maybe we’re all barking up the wrong tree, maybe the suave, debonaire types are reading books or going to foreign films. I may have to check that out one of these days.

I’ll keep you posted on my progress ;)