Singles scene for early 30's male in Cinci?

[srschirm]

Originally Posted by Hartwell Girl

Like I said in my earlier post, I know women who are single, divorsed, have children but one thing in common they all are looking for is just a good man who WANTS to be in a healthy relationship. Period.

That's what they say, but typically they end up with the bad boy types they fell for and got pregnant with in the first place.

[Hartwell Girl]

ouch..there are some shattered men here. Women dont go looking for bad boys, we just dont want a man with a chip on his shoulder anymore than you want a woman who follows you around like a puppy.

[goyguy]

Hahaha, of course not. All props are due to Give Back, since it does contribute something while being a single-mingle opportunity. Better that than those "oldies dances" at a church or function hall. All I was pointing out is that the more spontaneous the nature of an encounter, the more likely a relationship that'll take root and grow. I think of the '60s mod song by the Hollies which goes, "Bus stop, wet day, she's there, I say, 'please share my umbrel-la'..." People who drive to work and have their groceries delivered and own their own washer and dryer are losing out on chances to connect in three important ways.

A P & G'er, bereft of his wife for almost a year, happened upon a flustered woman of similar vintage downtown one afternoon in 1976. She'd lost a race between feeding a parking meter and having her car towed. He leapt at the chance to be a knight in shining armor; they met after work, he drove her to the car pound to retrieve her wheels, then he invited her for drinks and dinner at Victoria Station. While supping in a mock boxcar, she told him of her own status as a widow since two years prior. And the rest is history. A year or so after that, a packed and dry-eye-free church witnessed her 17-year-old son walking her down the aisle to be wed to his stepdad. My godmother had rediscovered love, and she and her gallant car rescuer are still joyfully married as they look back at 80.

Hang in there, guys, and keep your eyes peeled for a damsel in distress with a quarter in her hand stomping her foot next to an empty parking space. It could happen any time. Reverse genders, same deal.