While I was on a good run in the dating arena, ever sense my last date with Mr. Cat Caller my streak has ended or I stopped putting out the vibe, or I stopped caring, or guys stopped caring, or I just need to change my hair to what Jada Pinkett-Smith’s looks like in Hawthorne (it is a great cut.)  I will admit I think my ego was bruised a lot more than I thought it would be by that experience.  While I can discuss being left in a restaurant and joke about it openly, it actually still sucks.

Honestly, I don’t know what it is. (I like my current haircut, anyway.)  I rarely go on match.com, and the people who do email me I am never excited about.  I still go out, I still study in coffee shops,  I still go to my spinning classes, my arms are swinging as taught by the flirting teacher. Life continues as normal except I feel like a piranha or a leper.  The summer well has dried up completely and turned into a Saharan desert with no sight of water within 10,000 miles.

A couple of weeks ago I went to the Martha’s Vineyard and had a female pow wow moment, one of the ladies mentioned exactly ow I felt. “Dating in Boston, you mean the city where guys make you feel like the ugliest person in the world.” Everytime I describe that to another single female of color in Boston, they completely agree with the statement.  These are all very attractive smart and funny women, and many of them with advanced degrees and great careers, and passports filled up with destinations they have visited.

Boston is an intellectual town so you would think this is what guys are looking for.  Maybe not.  The point is this dry spell needs to end soon, and I mean very very soon.

Any suggestions? What is wrong with me?  What is wrong with them?  Where do I go?

Help!

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