Saturday night/ Sunday Morning:

Danica and I are walking home from the Chromeo concert and we finally realize that we can’t complain about there being no opportunity in the city. We love to bitch to each other about the lack of proper men, and how we need to relocate, or import a bunch of Western dudes. But this evening we could no longer ignore the fact that there are plenty of willing, acceptable guys in here; it’s just that we have standards that are reaching terrifying heights.

Not only were we walked partway home by a very attractive single friend who had danced with us the entire night, we were also chatted up by 7 different men as we waited in line for 2$ Chow Mein, walked home with our food and locked our bikes up. No more sense lying to ourselves, we’re just picky.

Apparently, women with high standards are the happiest when they finally get into relationships, it’s just reaching that expectation that’s the trick. I do wonder at what point ‘high standards’ becomes an excuse for fear of relationships or physical encounters, though.

Am I rejecting guys based on small details that are of little consequence simply because I have issues with dating in general? It’s possible, but maybe those details are taking the fall for the fact that many of the guys I encounter just don’t get me going….

Annik