Liar, liar, pants on fire

It would appear that Hollywood has been lying ot us all these years.

Men do not hang around on street corners or in libraries or coffee shops, randomly waiting to meet the girl of their dreams.


Apparently you have to work at it.  You have to make an effort and go out there stand in front of people, either face to face or on the interweb, looking for emale order men.  


Internet dating has, of course, lost much of its sordid and hushly spoken reputation of a few years ago, but it does still seem like a last resort of the lonely, pathetic and vaguely miserable.


There are multiple tales of success.  Most sites proclaim on their home pages how they lose customers every day, becaase they've found love.  Peddling the dream that love is out there for all, but these days it's a direct cost that's lining someone's deep pockets.


I know people around me who are happy and relaxed and have made achieved the twin goals of marriage AND children.


I just want a nice man, which is harder to locate than the eponymous needle, it would seem.