Where have all the single men gone? They’re ice climbing!

Tired of searching for eligible bachelors online, Meg and I spend a few weekends going out to bars and restaurants, blatantly looking for dudes. Nothing terrible, we didn’t hooch out or anything just went out as two single gals looking meet new people.

Weekend one we hit Meg’s neighborhood and go to an Irish bar we are very fond of. Little did we know we were about to enter the couple zone. It was beyond ridiculous! After dinner and a few drinks we could not stop laughing, it was like we missed some sort of a rally where everyone in the city got paired up. “Did you get that memo?” I asked Meg. Come to city hall, last chance! EVERYONE gets a mate!!!

Not to be discouraged easily, we spend the evening cracking up and enjoying “couple watching” – the couple that has been together so long they don’t even talk nor look at one another, the couple on their second or third date just dying to make out but getting drunk to make it more comfortable, the cute couple in their early 20s who can’t go anywhere without holding hands (to be perfectly honest we hoped they would spontaneously burst into fire for their adorableness and blatant bliss), the couple we couldn’t figure out (are they brother and sister? Friends? Is he gay?), the couple that has been together for 10 years and may or may not be married and eat way too much. Every person who entered the bar was with a partner. Well except for the cute bartender but we’ll save that for another entry as that option is yet to be explored. Overall the night was surreal but really funny.

The next weekend we decide to change it up and we visit several establishments in my neighborhood. We actually went to four bars and encountered the same story – couples, couples, couples and more couples. With ever bar this got less and less funny to the point where it got depressing and then it just pissed us off. What is going on? NO single men? NO men who are not single but out with their friends? We’re just out looking to talk to people – at this point any male attention is welcome. I was two beers away from walking up to some random dude, looking at his date and asking: who’s the bitch?? (Story to be explained at a later date as well).

Little did we know the answer to our question was just around the corner. As Meg mentioned previously, we were lucky enough to spend last weekend in the UP at the Michigan Ice Fest, the title of which is very deceiving as it should be called the Michigan Hot Man Fest. Holy mother! Hot men just traveled in packs of four, they were everywhere! The hotel, the pool, the restaurant, the registration, the slide shows and the bar. Even hotter? It was Super Bowl weekend and these dudes could have cared less, they were here to climb some ice! I couldn’t even begin to count the amount of cute, bearded, blue eyed, stocking hat wearing men with amazing butts. And did I mention polite? I mean, dudes who can fix stuff and your mom would fall in love with. And they all seemed to think we were hilarious. We were in such awe we couldn’t even do anything about it. So not prepared for all of this!!

So, the plan for next year: head to the UP, score some hot athletic men and climb more than two feet of ice. The way things are going around here it may the next time we run into a single dude.