Clearly, there's nothing for it but to create our own perfect men via some kind of supernatural, Frankenstein-like method. Alas, that we have no other resort! (hand to forehead, dramatic)Elizabeth wrote: I'm now avoiding clubs and bars for the obvious reasons that need not be listed, so what's left?
FYI, the worst experience I had? I was sitting with my friend in a bar and this guy sat down between us without asking, put his arm over the back of the chair and proceeded to slur at me about being 'whoa pretty'. I smiled awkwardly and tried to catch my friend's eye? And he turned to her and said I smiled a lot. My friend, trying to deflect attention says, yes, I'm very optimistic. This guy blinks and asks her what that meant.
I think I almost wound up inhaling half my cocktail.