Monastaries and Promise Keepers meetings.
Okay!
Yes?
Softball games
Catherine Deneuve film festivals
Sexual Assault Centre.
Hehe. Once my sister picked me up from a Magic tournament at the local comic book shop. Every head turned. A few jaws dropped. One guy leaned over to me and said, “Dude, is that your woman? She’s hot!”
She thought it was pretty funny.
My answer to the OP:
Local Girl Scout group
Planned Parenthood.
The drunk tank.
The WIC office.
The unemployment line at the county building.
The DMV.
Bryn Mawr.
The food bank.
WNBA games.
Og forgive me for what I am about to say…
It worked for Ted Bundy.
Sumo
Maternity ward.
Gay Pride parade.
Bath house.
Cosmetic surgery clinic (look up the definition for the medical slang “marriageable monster.” Ewww).
Anorexics and Bulimics support meeting.
Bodybuilding convention. (Unless you’re into women with enlarged clitorides, acne problems, lots of body hair, and violent tendencies).
Survivors of Breast Cancer meeting.
Adult Survivors of Child Abuse meeting.
Hell, just about any support group meeting.
Theoretical mathematics or computer science classes.
Women’s studies classes. Sure, you may meet nice, intelligent women there, but your chances of starting any kind of relationship beyond friendship are pretty much zero unless you’re a godlike player.
I was never a frat boy and I picked up two girls at frat parties. (That’s batting 1.000 since I went to exactly two frat parties in college). Picked up as in flirted, some moderate body contact and kissing, exchange of numbers, and a later date – not as in had sex with. . .at the party, anyhow. Mostly, the frat boys are busy drinking too much and playing homophobic games like slapping each other on the ass, so some of the girls get bored. It’s not so hard if you know what you’re doing, are reasonably attractive, and pick the right kind of girl to approach. Amazing what just talking to a girl as if she’s a human being will do for you. The majority of frat boys never seem to have figured that one out.
Actually, I met my wife at a Science Fiction Convention.
True, it wasn’t a Star Trek convention. It was, in fact, a WorldCon. Maybe that makes the difference.
The Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival. Really, any event with “womyn” in the name.
Any bar with a name like “The Back Door,” “The Bolt,” “Buddies,” “The Tool,” “The Shaft,” “The Ramrod,” “The Tunnel,” “The Manhole,” “Different Strokes,” “The Rainbow Club,” and so on.
Anyplace referred to as “the jobsite.”
A Ross Jeffries “speed seduction” seminar.
Good luck scoring at a nunnery.
You were saying “all the girls there are either dating fraternity brothers, or are there hoping to hook up with one” like it was a bad thing.
Anywhere where Tron Guy has gone, or will be going.
Well if you’re not in the frat, I fail to see how it isn’t a bad thing. But I’m gonna venture a guess that you were once in a frat?
cough
My fiance and I both play Magic - The Gathering.
At tournaments, I’m frequently the only female person in the room. I find that wearing a v-neck or low-cut shirt is a strategic advantage. My fiance agrees.
Also, the look on the face of a teenaged, greasy, mouth-breathing misogynist in training immediately after I beat them is a sight to be cherished for whole minutes.
To be fair, I give good general life advice to most of the teenaged greasy mouth-breathers we play with on a regular basis if asked. Also I bring cookies.
My friend’s occupation is selling sports memorabilia on the Internet. He also attends/hosts a lot of card shows, where boys and men come from miles around to buy sports cards and get autographs from aging hockey players.
Occasionally women come in to his store looking for presents for husbands/boyfriends.
Suffice it to say he has a lot of trouble meeting women.
The internet.