Finding My Place

I’m obviously living in the wrong place, if you believe this:

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The article is slanted towards the younger demographic, however, and apparently has little or no value for us geezers who would be dating the (semi-) geriatric segment of the population. Then again, conventional wisdom (which ain’t always wrong) sez I should button up El Casa Móvil De Pennington and head out for Florida’s Gold Coast, or somewhere like it. Assuming mate-finding is Priority Number One, which it clearly isn’t, Gentle Reader.

I had to laugh just a lil bit over this, tho:

In Phoenix and the San Francisco Bay Area, single men outnumber single women by roughly 65,000.

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Being in a place where the gender odds are stacked against you can be very frustrating. "When I was in Chicago, it was never long between dates" says one single male. "When I'm hanging out with friends [in the San Francisco Bay Area], often times in a large room with few if any women, we routinely turn to the topic of how the dating scene sucks."

My Best Bud, who was also my boss whilst I was living and working in the Bay Area, had NO sympathy at all when I began to whine about the lack of suitable “opportunities” available in the Bay Area dating world. He’d say something to the effect of “you’re a successful single straight male in a city where single straight males are at a premium. And you can’t find a date? Something’s wrong with you, My Friend…”

Well, yes and no. I didn’t lack for dates… there were many more than a few of same. My issue was finding someone suitable (read as: compatible), which gradually and relentlessly moved, over time, to one simple qualification: “not frickin’ crazy.” That proved to be a Fool’s Quest, however, given I was in the Bay Area. There were other issues, of course, not the least of which was my age. A good friend of mine once told me her roommate thought I “would be perfect if he (me) were 20 years younger.”

{sigh} She was a lil hottie, herownself. And what’s 30 years difference in age, give or take a decade, between friends?

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Today’s Pic: YrHmblScrb during the time period discussed above. Mind you, I lived in Berkeley at the time... so what you see is the relatively short-lived Berkeley persona. Which might have been yet another part of the problem, eh?

Berkeley, CA. February, 2001. I turned 56 the following month.