Good Men - Falling Like Rain from the Sky...or Not

Is it raining good men where you are in the world?
My overseas Masters student partner-in-crime, Gerry and I were talking earlier about how it is somehow expected that when you go abroad you are automatically expected to meet this elusive Mr Right...or whatever. When you have a conversation with well-meaning aunts, uncles, co-workers or friends, it's always "So you pick up?" - which generally is them asking if you have met anyone.

Sure. I have met plenty guys here. I am not dead. But is that the point? To amass a bucketload of anykinda men to appease the husband hungry relatives and friends in some demented and twisted way, with no thought of compatibility, sanity and chemistry? No. The point is, it has nothing to do with geography. I realise the man recession is not limited to Trinidad and Tobago - it is indeed an international phenomenon. And I don't mean recession to mean scarce in the true sense of the word. However, these well-wishers also feel I can just get dressed and open the door and voila - compatible, good men just drop from the sky - like rain!

I should probably categorically state - it is not raining good men in London either. You still have to go out and make the effort to find them. I have met all kinds and yes, some may say I am picky but a MAN told me I am not picky enough! So what do you have to say about that?

In any event, please, well-wishers, while it may seem like fun to pounce on me everytime you get me on the phone, or via email, or in person about this man from your visions, it is not fun for me to have to hear the same questions over and over again. Furthermore, I am not singular in this man-a-thon. There are millions of me out there, so maybe you can ask them too!


  1. I am sure you will meet your fate eventually :) Just keep the faith! I know what you mean, I've been through that and I did wait a bit long, but it was worth it :))

  2. AMEN, sistah. I used to get the questions ALL THE TIME when I studied abroad in Germany and hello?! I was there not solely for man-hunting purposes (though maybe there was some of that going on, too). I think Elizabeth Gilbert writes that women are far more likely to fall in love while abroad b/c we have these preconceived notions about being away and being able to unwind and also wanting to embrace any and all romantic possibilities... I think there's a lot of truth to that, but I still hate when people get involved in my affairs in that way.

  3. Oh my GAWD how I HATED that when I was living in Tuscany. Chicks have watched (and were grossly mislead by) too much over-romanticized, hollywood bastardized Under the Tuscan freaking Sun. "Did you meet any men?" Yes, a lot, I'd say. And? And most of them are pigs, notoriously lazy, and I have no use for a mammone - a dude who still lives at home with mamma. If I ever do get involved, I keep it to myself. You tell an American woman you have an Italian boyfriend & they lose their minds & start conjuring up images of loaded hotties with Alfa Romeos & villas & vineyards. Sad.

  4. Girls. Agree. Agree. Agree. There is always this pressure on single women when they travel or move away to find this miracle of a man. I have yet to discover said miracle and while I will not categorically state it does not exist, it is not as easy as snapping your fingers, or as Valerie rightly said, as easy as Hollywood makes it seem.

    I saw for myself that there are no Casanovas in Tuscany. What I got was anything but Diane Lane-esque. I love a city first for what it has to offer.


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