Singles Night

Last night I went to an event for singles, a small restaurant/bar packed full of men and women on the prowl. Pretty much everyone was reasonably good looking (that’s downtown Toronto for you) and ready to talk to strangers, which I guess was the point. However the entire evening led me back to a phrase I heard a while ago… I met the girl of my dreams… so I got the hell out of there!

I wonder why anyone is even willing to go out there and make themselves uncomfortable when in the end all they want is to never talk to any of these people again… and yes - that’s a comment about myself! I just wish I could meet new people easily (and not at the bar, because that’s just not me) whatever happened to the good old friend-of-a-friend?