The odds are worse, anyway. Assume lesbians comprise 7% of the adult female population; I don’t know if it’s 5% but it’s an easy number to work with. That means that as a lesbian, you would have to opportunity to effectively hit on only about 2.5% of the population. As a heterosexual, however, you can effectively hit on all heterosexual males, which, assuming the same level of homosexuality among men, is 47.5% of the population. That means that for every Ms. Right out there for a lesbian Swiddles, there’s (math pause) 19 Mr. Rights for the straight Swiddles. Unless you’re gonna decide that lesbians are 1,900 percent better at relationships than heterosexuals - and boy, if you believe that I have some fine tundra land for you - you have to admit that your current sexual proclivities remains the odds-on best bet, unless you opt for bisexuality.
As Lux Fiat points out, living in Vermont doesn’t help.
That’s the thing about it, though, ain’t it? It’s a shotgun, not a rifle. Ya gotta fail a hundred times before you succeed.
Actually, I ran into a really close friend last night who is a lesbian, who has a horrible time meeting women. So I am not jealous of her. It’s just that at times of crisis, I tend to want to hate men as much as possible, which is hard when you are a heterosexual woman. “Grrrr…I hate men. damn, he’s hot. ARGH.”
I’m sticking by the Sienfelt figure of 95% of the population is undateable. And I had a similar conversation with a friend a while back, Lux, where I claimed that the lack of numbers was my problem. His reaction? “Er…hon? 5% is 5%.” But the square milage is an issue. I think I’ll go email that smug little bastard right now. (Dar’s not bitter, but she’s folky. And a bit melancholy. At times. Ani was the one I was referring to as bitter. I think we can all agree on THAT.)
On a totally unrelated note, I wake up this morning, walk to the kitchen to brew myself my morning chai tea, and step in cat vomit. Even my beloved kitty is laughing at me. Feh.
He’s having problems with the girlfriend. However, this does not delight me because A.) I’ve gotten over him. He’s still hot and all, but I’ve officially put up the Girlfriend Wall of Zero Attraction. And he really, really, really hates musicals. I’m not sure I could deal with that. B.) He really loves her, according to him, this is her idea, and he’s pretty torn up about it.
Anyhoo, time will tell. However, I’d figure I’d keep any voyeurs up-to-date. Like sands through an hourglass, these are the days of my life.
Put on Sound of Music when he is over one day and walk in front of the TV wearing nothing. He’ll be humming, " These are a few of my FAV-or-Ite things…"
Mine is more like a train derailed in a long dark tunnel at night.
TwistofFate, I’ve been dumped after one date too. Her reason? “It just didn’t float my boat.”
Looking back on it in laughter, the only two things I can think are “ya huh…what?” and “I never even tried to float your boat!” Swimming, sorry to hear that it didn’t work out with that guy. Trust me though, you did not want to get mixed up with someone already in a relationship. How’s it going with the e-mail correspondence guy?
you mean this guy? Still too chicken to email him. Oh, I should just do it. OK, Enderw, you’ve given me the needed cajones. I’ll write The Email right after I finish posting this.
Twistyskates, darling, she’s a fool. Look on the bright side, you didn’t waste any more money and time on a fool then necessary.
And Coldie, because this is the pit, I feel obligated to say this: OH, SURE. Mr. BitterGuy, huh? Raise your hand if you’re in a happy relationship with a woman you love. Anyone? Anyone? Oh, there you are Coldie. Sorry, hon. Relationship happy people make me growl right now.
Well, I’d just as soon you didn’t e-mail him. What with me being hopelessly in love with you and all. Still, if you must you must. My offer of comforting afterwards still stands, though he’d be a fool to ignore your advances.
Too late, hon. I wrote, and he wrote back. HAH. Much to my chagrin, he was here all summer. Damn, damn, damn. Working for the democratic canidate for lt. gov. ::sigh:: As a flaming liberal, I like that. He promised to come to one of my shows next time he’s in town, and to keep in touch.
I just read that. I never said I was a good actor, you know.
But I had to go into the store yesterdat…on my day off…because the aforementioned hottie was loosing it over his chick breaking up with him. I am simultaniously increadibly sorry and annoyed.
AND I get to work tonight. Happy Thanksgiving to me. I think I’ll put Last of the Mohicans in tonight and see if anyone apprechiates my irony. But then SisterRiddles (who is less annoying of late) and the newly appointed LiveInBoyfriendofSisterRiddles are coming over for movies and Thanksgiving desert. And my apartment looks like Felix Ungeror exploded. Off to clean.
Well, since you went to all the trouble of correcting yourself with a whole other post…
It’s Felix Unger.
Hey, you should go sniff out Bricker. Get him to throw up some more 3 minute mysteries. Maybe that’ll give you a good outlet for aggression and get your mind off your current mouthful of the crap sandwich which is life.
B.) He really loves her, according to him, this is her idea, and he’s pretty torn up about it.