It got me wondering: are there no single straight men left in San Francisco? At a rooftop party at The Battery, I ran into an old friend who I hadn’t seen in over a year.
Not because we had any sort of falling out, but because she was married with two kids.
For instance, I will go out every so often with a group of young, single, smart and attractive girlfriends.
We could be sitting at the hottest bar in San Francisco without one single man approaching us all night.
Let’s get this straight: The majority of people in San Francisco are married to their jobs.
Suddenly it hits me: finding a man in SF is similar to the weather.
There is always that one day of the year when the temperature reaches 80°F and I wear my navy polka-dot tube dress with towering white heels and no jacket. Even on the coldest June night, I remind myself that there will be one day in September when it’s hot.
As I avoided his gaze, I felt like I was suffocating.
With his arrival, it now tallied to three guys who I had dated — and slept with — in the Marina hot spot. My newly single sister told me she signed up for but promptly deleted Hinge because all of the guys were men she already knew and wasn’t interested in, men a friend had dated or men who were friends with her ex.