I’m looking around and … no dateable single women are anywhere to be seen. None around to take out to dinner, none available to go to a show, none for a cup of joe.
Obviously I’m looking in all the wrong places or they’re hiding like wary little rabbits huddled in their cozy dens eschewing the attentions of men. Are they in the kitchen making something delicious? Huddled with a pint of Ben and Jerry’s on the couch? Swinging from a rock face off El Captain? Net surfing? Tuning up their hot rod? Moisturizing?
We’re in our top-sekrit clubhouse, where we compare breasts and do each others’ makeup. Later we’re going to practice tongue-kissing each other so we can be all hot and ready for you.
If I went to school again, I would join a fraternity. I detest fraternities and avoided them like plague in college . . . but every night, without fail, a steady stream of college freshman girls would walk from their dorm rooms to “greek row” to get drunk and molested by the ultra-cool fraternity boys.
I never understood the appeal, but if I went back, I would simply accept the appeal and usher the women through the door, wearing my fraternity pin on my fraternity jacket, and hand out cups for the keg at the door, while singing the fraternity song and high-fiving my fraternity brothers.
My post-secondary education was a total bust, dating-wise.
At a party once, Ash said to me, “Wanna see how to pick up a VFS girl?”. He then walked up to Emilie and said, “So, do you still have a boyfriend? Yeah? Okay, I’ll see you later.” and walked away.
This was at an acting school. An acting school full of beautiful young women who undergo months of classes to break down their inhibitions. And they ALL had boyfriends or were married. By contrast, most of the guys were single.
They’re around. Remember, (most) girls don’t make advances toward men. It’s the other way 'round. Men don’t usually make choices about women, they make choices *because * they’re a woman. But a woman can have her pick of men. It’s just that she want’s **a ** particular type of man. She has to be picky because of all the options she has. (bless’em)
As to the OP, women are around you, they will let you know if they are interested.
Keep trying. It works!
Some of us are busy going on blind dates with guys who a) apparently have disturbing relationships with their golden retrievers, and/or b) have disturbing rivlets of blood running down the sides of their faces, which they apparently didn’t notice when preparing for said date. Sigh…
