Where Have All the Good Men Gone?

The scene is a familiar one. You're sitting by yourself at the eatery, muching away at your overpriced bowl of chicken teriyaki rice and your ears begin to perk up to the conversation two tables over. Two young Asian females are gossiping about their love lives. Sure enough, they begin to bemoan their poor relationship choices and the dearth of fine, young gentlemen with whom they would rather meet.

And you sit there and eat and continue to listen. The noise level of the eatery pitches up and down irrgeularly, so it gets difficult to follow the girls' conversation track completely. You just manage to pick out the main talking points: girls keep hooking up with losers, the losers burn them, the loser dumps or gets dumped and on it goes. After a few minutes you wonder if you should walk over to introduce yourself as the antidote to their problems. They're both attractive girls in their early twenties. Articulate, educated, full of youthful vitality and just a bit bubbly in their reality show-esque style of candid conversation. The more attractive of the pair has a great face, soft skin and a long, shiny black hair tied back suggestively into a neat ponytail.

You really just want to help them out with their relationship problems, to alleviate their regrets about the past and have them look towards a brighter, more sex-filled future with you.

Alas, you stay rooted to your own table and eventually the girls pay their bill and depart.

The city, you realize, is full of women who don't know what you have to offer. They go on from relationship to failed relationship, oblivious to the joy and happiness they could be experiencing with you.