independence day

yesterday was our nation's independence day and i thought i would take a moment to pose a question about independence. my independence. a subject that has been barroom and office fodder for some time now. perhaps this is not the kind of autonomy that our forefathers had in mind when they commissioned b.ross to stitch up those stripes and stars, but this is one that just occurred to me whilst walking in the village en route to one of my jobs this evening.

a nice young man approached me. asked me for my number. i obliged.

now, i don't want to come off as egotistical or big-headed, because I am far from it. in fact, the more closely i evaluate my own behavior, the more i see how insecurity-driven it really is, but here in new york there are many people. many young people. and many young people interacting. i am one of those people interacting and i get approached on a very regular basis.

i often comment that i meet someone on the subway AT LEAST once a week.

i also often say that all Dude X is looking for is a hole, and a heartbeat.
poetic, i know. luckily, i posses both.

so here is my question. after giving my number to this young man only hours after having a first date with another gentleman caller, i wonder how a woman, such as myself, who has dated half of new york city's urban demographic and has given out her california digits to many a man is SO single.

i don't even mean just a little single. single and a half. but really, truly, single. i have male friends, i have crushes, and i have the occasional baby romance, usually more created within the confines of my overly large head than in the reality of the mean streets of the city.

i mean, statistics be damned. i just don't understand.
if i have this much interaction, and give out my personal mathematics so often, how is it i am home in bed alone on almost any given evening?

jaime escalante didn't say anything about using our mathematical skills in the dating field.
evidently math is only good for figuring out a tip or building a roller coaster.

i suppose i should just be proud that i live in the land of the free and the home of the single.
where a woman can have auditory trysts with as many as she likes, and be none the better for it.

god bless america.

july 2010