When you walk into a bar, say a place as small as a VFW, and look around at the wildlife *read as men, and there isn't anyone you would even remotely be attracted to if shopping for a man on a internet personals site... suddenly it is like the worst basketball games I ever played while in highschool. Your opponent is so bad that you play as bad or worse than they do.
Hence the drunken comment that there were several men I would consider jumping.
I think that happens no matter where you are. I also think you can meet the man of your dreams at the laundromat or the ball... the Ball, as in Cinderella.
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