First there’s the obligatory ex, who casually calls every two weeks, as if trying to keep his foot in the door or at very least his pinky, mentioning a line in sex in the city, which he does not watch, presenting further evidence to an already cold case….that he has moved on and is dating someone else.
Next there is the long distance crush who you had hoped to have a five minute flirtatious conversation, courtesy of 10-10-220, which would give you the push to get back in the game. No such luck.
Or the reruns, the men who’ve stumbled on you thanks to facebook, and to their utter delight have found that you haven’t aged a day since your sixteenth birthday (their words.) Who are as sweet as you remember them and yet as forgettable.
And finally the possibilities: Toronto used to be the Baskin Robins city; one of the few cities in the world where hybrid, smart, charming men ran rampant. You could get any flavour you wanted. Chinese and black, sure, Indian and Korean, Yup, German and Puerto Rican, Fo Sho! And even the plain flavours were available in droves. Men were everywhere; on subway cars, elevators, out and about Saturday nights at the clubs, movies, bars, restaurants, you couldn’t walk two steps without someone giving you the eye, smiling you down, ‘come hithering’ you across the street.
Men were practically growing out of the cracks on the street, like persistent summer weeds.
Then today came along and they’ve all but disappeared. The city is going through a drought. It’s as if the unseasonably cold temperatures have all driven all the hot men south. Instead we woman of Toronto now have to deal with a whole breed of leftovers best described by their Saturday night wear:

Introducing Bachelor #2: B2 wears a shirt, sometimes fitted, sometimes loose. Sometimes he goes ultra casual with a graphic tee. B2 comes with his own brand of ‘devil may care’ attitude. B2 is guilty of phrases such as “Oh you too stuck up to talk to me?” Men be warned, that is never a good opening line. Infact all lines are never good. A mere hello suffices.


What’s a girl gotta do to get some individuality?
7 comments:
wow
sounds awful
and you do a variety of activities where you can meet people
what's left?
a course at the community college?
Lawd, I don't know GC, I simply don't know.
Bachelor Number 4 is the scariest..cause you cant even guess how old he is...**shudders** he could be 17 or 37...Still scary
Clivaalana, that's some name.
Your so right...B4 is ageless...and not in a good way...
Been too long my dear too long. To think that such only happened here. What happened to the men? scariest is a b4 in his 40s *shudders*.
Gish, Scarily way too many of B4 40 years olds exist...scary!!!
come on, they can't all be bad now can they?
tell you what, come to the caribbean.
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