Friends and acquaintances know that I had a stock reply to the the question:
Wombat, why did you leave Australia and emigrate to America?
I used to answer:
To find an American wife.
Perhaps it's my sense of humour, but my flip approach didn't ever work on the audience. Occasionally married guys would mutter:
Please. You can have mine.
I dropped that bit from the routine.
For some reason this thing about finding 'someone' features in conversations lately. Do I look like a need a woman to prop me up? Am I leaning? Do I look incomplete on my own? Is it last call for girlfriends?
Florida's the problem. Two kinds of single women inhabit my town.
1. The rich singles, who don't want to be 'A nurse or a purse.'
2. The not rich singles, who are looking for the (man)purse.
As a healthy, independent bloke neither of these archetypes holds any kind of appeal.
It's understood this is that kind of place. Men, therefore, and some women tell me of other cities they think would serve my purposes better. Lots mention Atlanta. Some (including ladies here at KnB) tell me the DC area is chock-full of lovelies. Honourable mentions include certain suburbs of Denver, New York City and coastal Southern California. (Hello Newport Beach!)
Single guys mention one place time and again. It pops up on internet searches and peripheral stuff like this [link]. Scottsdale, Arizona is the underground hottie capital of the United States. To think; a dry climate. What a wonderful change from Florida that would be.
Arizona Wildcats picture from here [link]
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