Fort mcmurray singles dating
In low moments, it can seem like women seeking men face a choice between self-actualization and contentment; by staying in the city, we’ve opted to pursue our own dreams rather than find someone to share them with.
Therein lies the appeal of somewhere like Fort Mc Murray, the notorious oil-boom town with the highest percentage of men per capita in Canada.
Fort Mc Murray, where—in response to the most recent census figures—Carleton University economics professor Frances Woolley suggests that women seeking men consider moving.
A place whose hungry young men are the stuff of legend, where a woman can make 0,000 a year and still get married, or just laid by someone well-built and gainfully employed.
There are plenty of cute girls around, in toques and vintage furs—plenty of cute guys, too.
As last call encroaches, we finally get hit on: a man invites us to admire his attractive wingman, pointing out that his own face resembles that of “a toilet salesman”; a soused Australian buttonholes me by the bar and, without so much as offering me a drink, asks whose bed we’re off to. I once believed that if I kept becoming a better and more accomplished person, I would at least find the mate I deserved; at best, I’d have my pick of cute, funny guys for a lifetime or a month or a night, which, to be fair, is the subtext of every teen movie I’ve ever seen.
Cities are, after all, where the educated and ambitious tend to go to make their careers, and the educated and ambitious are increasingly female.
We account for 59.5 percent of university graduates in Canada, outnumbering men significantly in fields like the humanities, health, law and education.
But, for women seeking men, the stats are not favourable.
At 27, my romantic life consists mainly of odd hookups (odd because it’s bizarre to have sex with someone you wouldn’t want to stand naked in front of with the lights on); unconsummated dates that usually just waste my beer money; and noncommittal sexual friendships.
It’s way better than languishing in a bad relationship, and my life is rich in other ways. Work can’t stroke your hair when you’re waiting on medical results, much less tear your clothes off. When an acquaintance of mine, Sofi Papamarko, started her Toronto matchmaking service, Friend of a Friend, she was deluged with so many female applicants that she had to temporarily close registration for women and start hustling for guys.
Montreal and Winnipeg ring in at 50.8 and 50.7 percent, respectively. “It’s so much easier to be a single guy than a single girl in Toronto,” says Chris. Chris and James work in banking, but the same pattern abides among the so-called sensitive types: writers, artists, people with humanities degrees, 64.9 percent of whom are female.
“I get away with so many things that I probably shouldn’t get away with.” By now, three women, a little more done up than Lindsey, Laura and Michelle, have encircled Greg, delivering hugs and shots. After Earls, we head to the hipper Dundas West strip.
Theresa, 47, who runs the blog Mc Murray Musings, had been hit on near the dairy case of Safeway the morning I called her.