Women all seem to wonder, where can I find a nice guy?
I don’t understand this!
Walk out your front door. We are EVERYWHERE!
In fact, you cannot go anywhere without encountering members of the opposite sex, except for possibly the locker rooms at the health club, and even there you might, you know, with the trans thing.
We are on the bus or train, getting coffee at Wawa, behind you in Starbucks, squeezing avocados in Kroger, sitting next to you at the ballgame, working on the other side of your cubicle, picking up Chinese take-out, on the treadmill next to you, or sitting next to you on a stool at DiNic’s in the Reading Terminal.
You cannot avoid us, so why can you not find us?
Having published 103 FIRST DATES:MISMATCHDOTCOM, I consider myself a bit of an expert on this subject.
You seem, women seem to suffer from what we used to call, paralysis by analysis.
When a woman sees a reasonably good-looking guy, but whatever yardstick she is using, she then begins to ponder, what kind of car does he drive? How much does he make? Could he be a doctor? Does he call his mother on Sunday? Is he right or left-handed? Could he be a Republican? Does he bite his fingernails? Does he have Eagles tickets?
You get the idea. Women want it all, the elusive, perfect mate.
Men do not have this problem. When a guy sees an attractive woman, his only thought is, I wonder if she puts out on the first date?