And So It Begins

Are there single men in Richmond? There must be! Are they all sitting home right now, wondering where the single women are in Richmond?

These are the questions that my friends, L & H and I have been pondering lately. We have finally made it our mission to answer these questions.

We have come to the conclusion that there must be something in the air and water here. Something that makes these Richmonders meet, mate and marry before the tender age of 21. What is it about this town that seems to breed marriage and kids? And at such young ages? I don't get it...not at all.

With that in mind, L and I decided to do a little investigative work and track down this endangered species - the Single Male Richmonder....

But there in lies the problem. After college graduation is done, after the bar scene loses its luster, after Letterman, Leno, and anything after 11ish are distant memories, where do you meet people? The grocery store? 'Hi, I see you have 2 boxes of Cheerios. I like Cheerios, too.' Church? 'Hi, what are your views on the end of times?'

So, while I am not a bar fly...my motto being if you picked me up tonight, who or what did you pick up last night?...L & I decided to go against our better judgement and give it a whirl.

Rumor has it that Richbrau is a trendy singles meeting place...so off we went. We had a nice dinner downstairs and were told by the prettyboy waiter that the bar upstairs starts "hoppin" around 10ish. Apparently "hoppin" means 8 people . We took up on a couple bar stools strategically placed for optimal people watching. 10...8 drinkers drinking...10:30...still no signs of more life...11...making friends with the bartender now...11:15...Oh - is that a new warm body?...11:30...and the rains came....It was like the 11th plague had descended upon us! The heavens opened and down came...college kids. I would say college kids of every shape and size, but that would be completely inaccurate. The girls had apparently all read the same issue of Cosmo or Vogue and were all wearing a slight variation of tight jeans, sleek heels, and camis in an array of colors that God himself could not have imagined would be captured in a rainbow. The guys all had that look about then, the look that says, "I spent an hour getting ready trying to achieve a look that says I don't care how I look." In all honesty, though, it was fun people watching. Seeing these kids interacting was something only second to nature shows on discovery that follow the mating patterns of animals. Then it happened, the turning point, the sign that said we were too old to be here, that we needed to get up, close our tab, and run for the closest exit...they started paying for beer with quarters. I kid you not! Not just one of them either, many of them were digging deep into their pockets for nickles, domes and quarters to keep themselves in Miller Lite. This is our future generation at work. These are our future accountants, politicians, and policy makers...paying for beer with change...God help the national debt.

Anyway, this evening, H, L & I decided that there must be a better way to meet people...single men in particular. Thus our mission was born...and we have decided to accept it.

We will let you know how it goes for us.