The singles mixer part 1

So the other day I helped organise a singles mixer. I know I’m unemployed and should be spending all of that time looking for a boring job that will make me bump into people on the commute because I’m angry at the world. Instead I delude myself into thinking that getting people together is much more important. Yes I have some issues. I’m being counselled by MBNA on it.

So there I was organising this mixer when I remembered an episode of SATC in which they took the guys they no longer wanted to date to a mixer. It was inspired. It meant that the numbers were even and let’s face it, one woman’s Primani is another woman’s Selfridges. It’s on the same street!

So this is mind, I posted it online and waited. Nothing . All the women I spoke to told me that it was a great idea but, they didn’t know any men . What did that mean? Then the usual excuses started.

“I don’t know any single men!” – this from those that date at least 5 times a month.

“All my male friends are married!” –Both of them right?

“I’m not comfortable bringing any ex to something like this.” – what about colleagues or cousins?

I see. So you want to meet new guys but you have nothing to bring to the party? I don’t understand this. You want to eat at the buffet but not bring even a salad or a dessert or store bought biscuits? But more on them later.

So I was stuck. I had a group of women and the legacy of singles events where women outnumber the men 3 to 1. I wasn’t going to go down like this. So I did what any woman on a mission would do….I dipped into my own archives.

I started with a text to every man in the phone. I didn’t care if they were exes, friends or people I wasn’t even sure how I knew they got a text. Then I went on Facebook and reconnected with men I barely say hi to but I knew they were single. A girlfriend would have made them change their status.  Some ignored it and others seemed insulted. Whatever, those were single but still in denial. Besides we are in a dating recession. No time to be precious. 2 of the exes said yes then messed me around on the day. Probably for the best as one tried to barter sex as a trade-off for his presence at the mixer. I had to explain to him how mixers worked. Besides, there was no way I was going anywhere near that explosive pistol again. The control was faulty.

But you know what…I now know who my true male friends are. 4 in particular came out and dragged their friends with them. I ended up with 11 guys and my friend Linda brought 1 too. Then there is the worry that they wouldn’t behave appropriately because you know men and curves in the same room. But they all did. I was so proud of them.

So this is a thank you kindly my male friends for supporting me. I will go on to talk about the women in the next blog. But let’s just say I know now why some are single.

Yeah I said it. And what?

© Chelsea Black