While watching a movie on AMC today, a little blurb appeared at the bottom of the screen courtesy of Ask.com in which was typed, “Which state has the most single women?” The answer then came back: New Jersey.
Well, my first reaction was “duh,” my second was, “so how else can the television depress me today” and the third was, “so where is the state with the most single men?” They didn’t bother to answer any of those statements.
Believe it or not, there are some decent single women in New Jersey. It’s not that we’re all in an enclave of ugly misfits, or that we are all stuck in a rut because Bruce Springsteen or Jon Bon Jovi are spoken for. Maybe it’s the water here.
At any rate, if I had the courage to reveal my dating life in a blog, I’d be laughed out of the sorority and commanded to change gender. It’s impossible to find a fit when all the men your age are either compromised by prior interpersonal disasters like divorce, gay or sporting a Norman Bates complex the size of California (where I have found that a large contingent of men reside).
I am the youngest in a foursome of women friends, two of whom are married; of the two remaining we both seem to agree that men are apparently looking in the wrong places for potential mates. They certainly haven’t found us. The other half of the manless duo goes to church, so nobody is showing up there, and I frequent theatres, bookstores and the opera, so I have a mixed bag of places in which to find a man, but none has surfaced.
When you’re a woman and single, most places don’t want you around because, even if your face could curdle a brick wall, you’re considered a threat to the men about the room regardless of status. You’d think that those same folks rejecting you would go out of their way to pawn somebody off on you so you would no longer be a threat. Doesn’t happen.
So besides all the other things to be said of the Garden State, we are also where all the single women go to get old, and it took watching ten seconds of AMC and Ask.com to put me in a funky mood for the rest of the day. Thanks, guys (and I don’t mean that figuratively).
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