Day 228: Single men to single women

On my way into work today I heard an interesting fact, the ratio of single men to single women in this town is 10 to 1.

Good odds for the ladies one would think, but my experience has been much... much... different.

Even taking a look around on my very quick drive into work I'm reminded why I'm single.

Sure I'm a bit of a victim of circumstance, but that is in the past and just one part of the equation.

The current pool of available and quality men is so shallow, it should be a kiddie pool for goodness sake.

Right after I heard the radio report on the men to women ratio I looked over and I saw a guy in a convertible porsche with the license plate 'CINGLE'.

I immediately thought to myself 'yeah and I'm pretty sure why you're cingle'. You must be one cocky SOB.

When I pointed that theory out to a friend they dismissed it and told me I shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. Sure, sure, I suppose that's true, but the devil's advocate in me says you should be aware of the image you're portraying, and this guy is saying he's a tool.

As he pulled into the driveway to his office building I couldn't help but think I'm sure his assistant or secretary probably hates it when this guy walks into the office.

Based on my experience, there is a lot of young and very old single men in this town, and perhaps a bunch of $30,000 millionaires trying to remain single to uphold the facade.

I'm not bitter, I'm just saying there isn't a whole lot of quality men... or women out there for that matter. And trying to get the quality people together seems to take an act of God.

But sometimes that does happen and that's what I'm counting on.