Not sure how I found Aileen from Infinite Connections, so I will simply send a virtual thank you card to the entire blogosphere in hopes that the right person reads it. Infinite Connections is a compelling collection of stories, opinions, rants, and tales of woe. As comfortable with politics, sociological discussions and dating, Aileen has often provoked thoughts, frequently inspired laughter and the occasional misty-eyed moment, but has always been a worthwhile and entertaining read. It is my distinct pleasure to acknowledge her entry as the grand prize winner in the Worst Date Blog Contest – a $100 gift certificate to Cashion’s Eat Place, one of my favorite restaurants anywhere, a bottle of wine from my cellar, and the following guest post.
Before I surrender this space to Aileen, I would encourage all of you to visit the Cashion’s website and the restaurant too. They generously donated the gift certificate even though I was fully prepared and expected to purchase it. That gracious spirit is indicative of the warm experience I have had every time I have walked through Cashion’s door. In a time when “gambling” with a new restaurant is less appealing than visiting old standard bearers, Cashion’s consistently delivers.
DC Dating Doesn’t Suck
Seriously. It doesn’t.
I may seem a bit hypocritical, as the recent winner of Refugee’s “Worst Date Contest”, but I refuse to give in to all the negative hype about this town.
I’ve lived in a lot of places: Syracuse, Geneseo, New York, Daytona Beach, Orlando, New Orleans, Houston, Dallas, and now Washington, DC.
DC has been by far the best place for dating.
OK, maybe it’s because I’m older and wiser. I no longer date the crew chief for the Hooter’s racing team (that was in Orlando). Or the Deli Department manager (Syracuse). Or the car wash attendant (Daytona).
(Now before you blast me for making fun of certain occupations, it’s all in fun. Truly I’m not a job snob.)
The men I’ve dated in DC don’t just have better jobs- they have purpose. Ambition. Passion. So I need to take this moment to dispel some of the Dating Myths about this town.
Myth #1: There are no quality, single men here.
Sure there are- I see them every day. And I hear the single men complain about their options as much as we do. We just have to figure out a way to bring us all together.
Myth #2: Single women far outnumber single men.
I’ve heard all sorts of ratios on this one. I’ve heard 2:1, 5:1, even 10:1. It may be a fact, who knows? But it doesn’t matter because those single men are looking for us, and they can’t find us as we sit around with our girlfriends bitching about how there aren’t any men. I know you’ve heard the saying “it only takes one”.
Myth #3: All the DC men on Match.com are married or losers.
This may be partly true. Some of the men on there are married. Or a bit odd. But most of them just don’t know how to best present themselves in a profile. The guy that posts his bathing suit picture? He just knows what he likes to see and assumes we want to see the same. The one whose picture looks like a mugshot? Most guys have trouble picking out a nice outfit, do you really expect them to pick out a flattering picture? There’s a good chance there are some diamonds in the rough out there. I, in fact, have had some luck with them.
Myth #4: DC men are career obsessed.
Actually, I’ve heard this about us women too. And what comes to my mind is: For anyone over thirty who is not married and does not have a family of their own, what are they supposed to be obsessed with? Where are they supposed to put their energy? To a casual observer, I may appear to be a “career woman”, but I’ve always considered my career success as something I’ve done in my spare time. (I was once told I had an MBA resume and a Liberal Arts heart…I liked that description.) Maybe some of these men put their passion into their jobs because that’s what they have right now.
Myth #5: DC men have no sense of fashion and aren’t that attractive.
Compared to whom? New Yorkers? Maybe. Californians… are in better shape, generally. But ladies- this applies to us as well. Last year I went on an organized trip to Costa Rica with 50 people- half were from the DC area, the other half were from California. The stereotypical differences were hysterical. The DC’ers had better jobs, more money, and carried on more intelligent conversations. The Californians were better looking, looked great in their bathing suits, and in general, more fun-loving.
Myth #6: There’s nothing to do on a date in DC.
Alright, I admit. I’ve never heard this one. But I wanted the chance to brag for a bit on how much there is to do here with a date. I’ve had amazing dates here. Camping. Hiking. Drives in the Shenandoah. Comedy clubs. Museums. Theater. Festivals. The list is endless.
So I’d like to raise my glass and toast all the amazing men I’ve dated here in DC: DW, DH, SH, ME, FH, TM, SK.
Of course, it didn’t work out with any of them.
But it certainly isn’t DC’s fault.