Tuesday, June 16, 2015

deja date 3

There are exactly 47 available straight single men in their 30's in my area. I've looked at all their profiles in the last 48hours. Messaged 4 of them. With zero replies.

Wait, it gets sadder. 

The Rooster is one of the 47 profiles. Told you he's got a different chick every night.

This is what I don't understand, in a city the size I live in, how is it that with that little available to date, we can walk past each other all day long, yet never find anyone? We have to resort to flipping through profiles online?  And heaven forbid if you try to message a guy who lives out of city. You'll get your arse jacked to the tenth degree. 
Everyone is looking to find the local, yet no one is ever happy with what's in their area.  How does that work in the end?

How much wheel spinning do we have to do before we tell the candyman to stop the ride, we just want to get off on that platform?
I just keep thinking of the scene in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, where the Johnny Depp character kicks his buddy while in the carnival, and blames it on the carney.

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