I’ve been thinking about this recently. Someone once said to me, that I’d never find love in London. At the time I scoffed (I was young and naive) and replied that OF COURSE I would, what better place to meet a man than the most overcrowded city in the country? Surely I’d have to strike lucky eventually.
I think I may have to hunt that person down and slap them for being so bloody prophetic. Turns out, London really is a fecking horrendous place to meet boys. But what’s even worse, is that even if by some kind of miracle, we do happen to meet a boy who is not a complete and utter twatbag, we’re so busy that we don’t seem to actually have the time to devote to a proper grown up relationship.
I mused on this on Tuesday, as CTS (of 52 First Dates fame) and I shared a half litre of wine and far too much pizza, putting the world to rights against a backdrop of cheesy Valentine romance.
‘I just don’t know how I’d fit a man into my life at the moment,’ I admitted. ‘At the moment, my life consists of a full on career gal job, press nights and previews galore, an Open University course, excessive gym bunny action (which is doing a proper number on my ass so I’m not giving that up), a heckload of writing, THE BLOG, and my girlfriends. Where exactly does a boy fit in? I know ‘The One’ is supposed to come along when you least expect it, but the downside to that is that you’re so ill-equipped to accommodate him that you’re likely to fuck it up and lose him.
CTS countered with a snippet of wisdom of her own. ‘I’ve spent nine years ‘least expecting it’ and nothing. Speaking as someone who is going for quantity rather than quality at the moment…’
CTS is going on one date a week for a whole year. She’s kissed a LOT of frogs so far. I don’t know if I’d have the energy to sift through all the crap to find something I’m not entirely sure exists in this town.
Maybe I’d become one of those women who forgets her girlfriends when she’s happy in a relationship. Maybe I wouldn’t write as much. Maybe I’d stop blogging. Maybe I’d let myself get fat. Maybe I’d LEAVE LONDON.
None of these options sound particularly preferable to me…
Do we crazy ass Londoners have time in our schedules for love?
I’m not sure we do.
That’s a bloody depressing thought.
RitziCx
never have i related to a post as much as this one, London is THE hardest place to meet men, i never randomly meet anyone and am so over the online thing, ironically my sister lives in a country village out in the middle of Suffolk, every time i go down there I end up chatting to someone out or getting a number!! Rural is the way forward! …
I am going to rural France next week! I’m so not coming back am I? x
I don’t think it’s just London where this happens. I lived in London so I do know what you’re going on about but where I live now it’s just as hard to meet the right sort of person. Most of my friends are either married or in term relationships so I’m always hearing ” It’ll happen when you least expect it” or “you’re a nice guy you’ll meet someone soon” I hate these 2 statements now LOL
But between my daughter, work, my friends, the cat, decorating, being on twitter, jogging like that’s going to happen
I can tell you RIGHT NOW that this problem is not London specific. New York has 79 single men to every 100 single women (don’t ask me how i know this) and in Sydney I can no longer tell which ones are gay and which ones are straight. Nor do I have the hours in the day to bother finding out… I think you need to throw into this mix the career choices. I now work 65 hours a week in Sydney (a Gay Mecca) in Music theatre (a gay mecca) in an office of all women. On this path I am destined to die alone with 12 pet cats. What you need to combine is the geography and the career within said chosen landscape…. but then what the hell do I know?
You’re really selling this Sydney thing to me here…
Well, if I’m going to be getting fucked over everywhere, might as well do it in the sunshine!
x
Rest assured that however busy you are, if love turns up, you make time
Correction: I have dated a hell of a lot of frogs. The frog snog rate is considerably lower. Not that it makes any difference. I’ve just done a mental tally of all my friends in relationships, and none I repeat NONE met in London…they met in places like Birmingham, Norwich, Colchester, frickiin’ Aylesbury! Everyone I know who has met partners in London has ended up bitterly single again. This city is toxic for singletons. Fuck this shit, I’m off to East Anglia…
My experience has been that all these happy couples met at University. For fucks sake, why did I go to drama school? Nothing but gays and gals! Even the straight ones have come out since!
The book ‘Why men marry some women and not others’ says that ‘Women who get married, even those with high-powered careers, make getting married a priority that they work at. 29 is the key age that if you have not started making an effort to meet people, your chances of marrying statistically are dramatically reduced :/
So Londoners and Sydneysiders (we feel for you Sydneysiders — women do outnumber straight men by a silly number!) HUNT THOSE MEN DOWN…literally!…..and have, well a bloody good night out at the same time! —- Dating Safaris, Urban group speed dating adventures with your best girlfriends! http://www.datingsafaris.com
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