I live in London. The capital. The big smoke! The place which is home to 8 million people.
8 MILLION. So why is it that us single lot find it so hard to run into each other?
Whilst the revelation of a covert game of hide and seek would ease the bruise currently residing on my ego, I think this theory might just be flawed. I know, shame. But the point remains, why do so many of us want to date, mingle and have fun times, but we can’t find others to play with?
Are we a city without the sex or are we looking in the wrong place?
Here we are, a bunch of professional twenty-somethings with our shit together and we’re left on our tod, scratching our heads as to why every bar seems to be split into two camps: the taken ones and the douche bags. We have the same conversation time and time again, “Where are all the people like us?“.
And then it clicked.
The good guys are having fun with their friends after a long week at work.
The good women are having fun with their friends after a long week at work.
IT’S LITERALLY THAT SIMPLE.
As we get older and life’s stresses magnify, we’ve shifted our priorities. We just can’t be arsed spending our Saturday night kissing a stranger who tastes like Jäger and poor choices, whilst some drunk guy pours a pint down your back. Those days have been and gone. We don’t have time to scout the room for someone to take home because we’re too busy laughing about in-jokes, bad chat up lines and how much a G&T costs in Chelsea (£11 if you’re wondering. 11 ENGLISH POUNDS). And our counterparts feel exactly the same. We’re over it! Drunken fumbles just aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. If the only kiss I get is the one a drunk girlfriend slobbers on my cheek whilst we’re in a stupidly expensive Uber home, then that’s fine. I’m more than happy with it.
So what’s the new plan to meet people? Erm, well, there isn’t one. No more strategies or theories, I’m just going to do what I do and let everything run its course.
Now who fancies a G&T to share between 4? Times are hard, you know…