As promised, the time has come to finally reveal the results of my three-month long social experiment. Shrouded in mystery, I’ve only told a handful of friends what I’ve been up to. It’s now time to share it with the world, though I do so with some hesitation. Here we go!
National Geographic claims there are 185,000 more available women than men in the New York metro area. While that statistic doesn’t surprise me, it also seems insignificant given my own measurements of dateable prospects in the Big Apple. Check out this math:
9 Million New Yorkers
4 Million Male New Yorkers
2 Million Single Male New Yorkers
1 Million Straight Male New Yorkers
500,000 Straight Male New Yorkers Under 35
250,000 Drug-Free, Straight Male New Yorkers Under 35
100,000 Child-Free, Drug-Free, Straight Male New Yorkers Under 35
50,000 Clean Record, Drug-Free, Child-Free, Straight Male New Yorkers Under 35
1,000 Smart, Clean Record, Drug-Free, Child-Free, Straight Male New Yorkers Under 35
500 Employed, Smart, Clean Record, Drug-Free, Child-Free, Straight Male New Yorkers Under 35
3 Christian, Smart, Clean Record, Drug-Free, Child-Free, Straight Male New Yorkers Under 35
Discouraging, right? Espesh considering I’ve got a dozen hot friends all looking for exactly the same characteristics in a guy. This is just one of the reasons I embarked on my top-secret social experiment mission entitled “To Date or Not to Date.” The other reason I did this insane and often inane thing (honestly accounting for 99% of this experiment) is my mother. Title No. 2 for this mission: “How to Make Your Mother Stop Asking about Grandchildren.”
I finally succumbed to Mom’s suggestion (coercion?) that I use the Internet to date. She was beginning to worry that I was spending too much time karaoke-ing with my girlfriends and that I was destined to become an old maid. To that end, we made a deal – if Mom would pay the registration fee, I would join Match.com and attempt to meet some members of the opposite sex. I promised to go on 10 dates and if I didn’t find anyone decent, I could shut down “To Date or Not To Date” and once and for all escape the “Why don’t you date” haranguing.
In due time, this multi-part blog series will answer all your burning questions… did I meet the man of my dreams? Did I get married in a quickie City Hall ceremony? Did I switch teams? (spoiler alert: I did not!)