[W]here do appropriate men hang out? You know, the kind who are never even momentarily ambivalent about which restroom to use.
First, she recounts several bad ways for her single friends “of a certain age” to meet a decent guy — including asking her for a match-up, with comically poor results — she lights on a good example.
One of her bad examples:
Men do go to strip clubs, but unless you are the one “dancing” around the maypole, you are not likely to attract anyone’s notice. Lot of competition there. Heck, Mr. AG gets distracted by a fully-clothed rabbit on our walks; trying to get his attention with several naked women one-third my age in the room would be beyond my meager ability to enchant.
Nonsense, we have all paid attention to women who were not dancing on the stage in what we prefer to call a “Gentlemen’s Club.” But perhaps she has never heard of that quaint Gentlemen’s Club custom, the “lap dance.”
Still, we admit that that doesn’t really lay her objection to rest, no pun intended.
The bulked-and-tatted Hells Angels who keep an eye on things for the clubs’ mafia owners also take a dim view of amateurs joining in, on other than designated amateur nights; volunteer lap dancers are systematically discouraged.
Accepting that a strip club is a bad place for an ordinary adult woman to meet ordinary adult men (despite its one big plus, it’s a pretty good gay filter), what works? After a few more false starts, AmmoGrrl has it all worked out:
Lastly, we come to one of the best places to meet men. A place where the male to female ratio is exceedingly favorable. A place where, for some reason, few women go on a regular basis. I’m talking, of course, about the gun range.
A marriage between two gun aficionados will not only provide a lifelong hobby to share, but could double your arsenal. Notice whether or not he has some cool guns. Notice whether or not he can reliably hit the target, a skill that translates to other skills, indicating dedication to patient practice and the wherewithal to afford a lot of ammo. Though much cheaper than golf, target shooting involves considerable expense. But it’s not the guns that will put the biggest crimp in your budget. It’s the ammo. Worth it, though!
Hey, we thought it was funny when we Read The Whole Thing™.
We have, though, observed a phenomenon at ranges in which guys at gun shops or ranges (including, unfortunately, some unprofessional instructors) act like dogs any time a woman comes in. Generally, their conviction that women find them irresistible is as sound as their advice on guns, which is to say, not very.
Some hornball with his tongue hanging out like Wile E. Coyote is a rebuke to real, actual, manhood. Not to mention that “desperation” is not on any list of “stuff chicks dig.”
If it makes us cringe — and we have very little squeam in us — God alone knows how it creeps out the ladies. This accounts, perhaps, for the popularity of women-only LTC classes at the two ranges we’re members of, with female instructors.
