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I recently attended a singles event in Manhattan sponsored by an online dating site. And while the crowd was very squarely adult (average age probably about 35), you would have thought it was a high school mixer. Women sat along one wall, or chatted in small groups, while the men hunkered around, some looking slightly uncomfortable, others leering in wait like lone wolfs.
This never gets easier. But still, the people in this room had made the Herculean effort to get there-RSVP'd days in advance, got dressed, took the train or a cab across town. Got there. Walked in. They were about as committed to being here as you could be. And then, it seems, stopped short by their own stories, assumptions, and judgments.
The "Everyone Here Sucks" Excuse
I spoke with a clatch of women sitting along the window bench (p.s., forming a female firing squad is not a great way to meet men). I asked the ringleader what she thought. In one facial twitch, dismissed the crowd of men outright.Read More »from How (Not) to Talk to Strangers