It's now time for a non-cycling post (yes, I do write those occasionally), there is something I'd like to get off my chest. Note to about 90% of the female population of the Gold Coast: If a single man says "hello" to you, it is not a request to sleep with you, it is simply polite conversation -- nothing more. The fact that some sleazy "businessman" with more money than brains conned you with a cheap pick-up line at some nightclub last weekend does not make you "special" or "entitled" in anyway. Get over it. If I was half as desperate to sleep with someone as some seem to think I am, I'd just go and pay a professional to do the deed.
Just for the record, yes, I am single, and probably staying that way as I decided to remove myself from "the market" around three years ago (there may be a 2004 post in this blog referring to it). In short, I did that because trying to find anyone worth meeting in this part of the world is like trying to the proverbial needle in the haystack. Some time ago, the Spanish Redneck
referred to a story of a lot of 30-something men in Australia heading overseas to try to find someone, and leaving a supposed "man drought" here. I have to say that there's a fair chance I'll join them.
It seems to be attractive to the average female on the Gold Coast, you either need to be wealthy enough to buy and sell Rupert Murdoch with your small change, or be one of the so-called "bad boys" who divides their time between treating their girlfriend like dirt, sleeping with 6-10 other women on the side, getting drunk, hooning,
brawling and making lewd public comments at high volume about a threesome with his girlfriend's sister/best friend. You think I'm joking? Prove me wrong! I see this every day.
Oh, let's not forget the exceptions, the ones who think that their sole purpose in life is to squirt out as many kids as possible into an already overpopulated world which can't cope with the number of inhabitants it already has. They're the ones who have realised that when it comes to actually taking responsibility for something, the "bad boy" doesn't cut it -- or at least some of them have realised this. Judging by the standard of parenting I see everyday, I'm sure there are many yet to see this particular bit of light, and those that have are still chasing James Packer.
So I guess the next question is why don't I just play the game, buy a stack of things I don't need/can't afford to impress someone, and start treating everyone I meet like dirt? The reason is because there are more important things in the world than simply getting my end wet as many times as possible. There are things like principles and integrity, honesty and so on. There is also the small matter of the fact that any woman with any intelligence at all would see through the whole act anyway.
Then there is the whole question of what exactly I'd be 'competing for' in the first place. It seems to me that most women in this part of the world are determined to be as much of a yobbo as the guy they're apparently attracted to (note the same drinking/hooning
behaviour mentioned above). Either that, or they're so desperate to impress everyone they meet that they just fall into a pattern of saying what they think everyone wants to hear, and acting in whatever manner is "cool" at the time like some kind of robot. Of course, this sort of behaviour isn't specifically limited to women on the Gold Coast, but as I have no intention of getting into a homosexual relationship regardless, I tend not to pay attention to those things.
Some of you may interpret this to mean that I can't score, but I can. I can score anytime I like, because as I mentioned before, there are professionals who cater to that particular need. If I really thought meaningless sex was something to cherish, I'd simply go and see one of them and pay the fee. After all, there's no misinterpreting one's intentions in that situation, nobody to leave messages on my phone after the event, nobody hitting me up to buy them gifts every week, and they'd probably do a better job.
Consequently, I've effectively taken myself off the market, and decided to focus my energies on other aspects of life that are more likely to be rewarding. Sure it would be nice to meet someone compatible, someone who's reasonably intelligent, active, clean living, health conscious, independently minded, someone who can express an opinion without being pig-headed. I don't think I'm asking for anything I wouldn't be prepared contribute myself, but I'm not about to hold my breath or put my life on hold. I'm reminded of the story of the prince who asked a beautiful princess to marry him; she said no, and he lived happily ever after.