I've been in SF for 3 years. Dating (for a straight, successful, 30 year old normal single male) is nearly impossible. I've done the online thing, striking up conversations at bars, walking my friend's dog through Dolores park, etc. Even did Date & Dash once. I ended up meeting a cute Chinese girl, and we dated for about 2 months. However, it was really obvious that she was looking for a green card ("I want a baby!" in bed one night, and a very uncomfortable dinner with her uncle another night.) I definitely want to get married sooner rather than later and have a family, but 2 months is a little quick.
Its basically worse than hit or miss. I've had more "success" giving a cute girl a cigarette at the bus stop. At least that has led to an ongoing friendship, and in another instance having a good accountant. The last woman that I met of any reasonable quality was when I was having a couple of drinks with my gay roommate at a bar in the Castro. She was out with some of her friends, we got to talking, exchanged numbers etc. Went out on a few dates, then she flaked on me with no explanation.
Yeah, SF is a f*cked up place to try and meet anyone.
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I've been in SF for 3 years. Dating (for a straight, successful, 30 year old normal single male) is nearly impossible. I've done the online thing, striking up conversations at bars, walking my friend's dog through Dolores park, etc. Even did Date & Dash once. I ended up meeting a cute Chinese girl, and we dated for about 2 months. However, it was really obvious that she was looking for a green card ("I want a baby!" in bed one night, and a very uncomfortable dinner with her uncle another night.) I definitely want to get married sooner rather than later and have a family, but 2 months is a little quick.
Its basically worse than hit or miss. I've had more "success" giving a cute girl a cigarette at the bus stop. At least that has led to an ongoing friendship, and in another instance having a good accountant. The last woman that I met of any reasonable quality was when I was having a couple of drinks with my gay roommate at a bar in the Castro. She was out with some of her friends, we got to talking, exchanged numbers etc. Went out on a few dates, then she flaked on me with no explanation.
Yeah, SF is a f*cked up place to try and meet anyone.
Reminds me of http://whytherearenogirls.blogspot.com/
(Which, it seems, also noticed this same SF Weekly story.)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Locus_of_control