Single In Stamford City

Being a single gal in this big little city of ours has certainly been an interesting trial. Downtown Stamford is now a Mecca for the devout seeking social experiences of unbridled debauchery on their pilgrimage to find the ultimate happy hour. I stagger in between different gregarious networks on my own personal journey to fill my own personal void, and what I have come across has left my desire to continue on this path barren. To date or not to date…that is the question.

Typically my outings consist of small group ventures, which usually snowball into unruly masses of people by the wee hours of the morning. I am most often enlisted as a backup agent by one of my other solo friends in hopes that I serve as a buffer for the undesirable. This always works to their benefit because I am a magnet for the undesirable. They flock to me as if I am the key to unlock their salvation. I try my best to remain polite however, as the weeks and months pass, my tolerance is tested. I am tired of pick up lines, I am tired of empty promises, I am tired of SoCo and lime shots and, most importantly, I am tired of guys with girlfriends. Yes guys, I said it. If you have a girlfriend, back off. In fact, don’t even approach me with your, “I always wanted to talk to you blah, blah, blah!” You look like idiots.

Honestly, I don’t even know what dating is. I have been on so few real dates that perhaps the ones I have been on do not even qualify as such. Here is how I imagine it.

Guy picks girl up…not girl picks guy up! I am tired of being the driver.

Guy and girl find a mutually interesting activity to do. None of this, what do you want to do? I don’t know what do you want to do, shit! Plan the date in advance.

If money is being spent I do expect the guy to offer to pay, although, I am one for fairness and will then suggest we split the tab.

Guy drops girl off. Then he leaves. Creating appetence is an art overlooked by those who prefer instant gratification. A little mystery is favorable

Really, I think the single life is broken down into two groups, those who are single by their own merit, and those who are forced into solitude by others. Either way it sure is hard to find a connection amidst the overpopulated circus that is Stamford. Good luck to all!