Are all the good ones taken?
That’s what my best friend Christine says when she talks about the available men in our city. She should know - she’s the flirtiest person I know, outside of myself, of course. So what does that say about the available men - why aren’t any of them “good ones”?
I think there are still good ones out there, folks. My mother (and everyone else’s mother) always said there were more fish in the sea. She never said that the only fish left were the bottom feeders.
So what gives Christine and so many others the idea that all the good ones are taken? I suspect it’s all tied up in our genetic makeup. That and maybe the grass is always greener on someone else’s lawn.
I see women having affairs with married men and I wonder if there is a perception that since his wife chose him, he must have been really ok at some point and if she’d treated him better he wouldn’t be looking around. This is something I disagree with. Maybe his wife chose badly.
What do the available men have to do in order to be considered a good one? If you take the question, Are all the good ones taken, and stretch your mind around it a bit, what it says is we want something we can’t have. So with that in mind, check to see if any of these hit home.
- Don’t hover. Not even a little bit.
- Have a life of your own without her and you won’t need her to be with you constantly, nor will you need to know what she’s doing every moment. If it works between you, you won’t need to consume her.
- Treat her as an equal human being with respect and enjoy being with her. (Women love this.)
- Put in 50% of the effort when dating. Don’t make her decide where to go, when to go, what to do, what to eat, nor should you make all the decisions. It’s fun to share and by sharing you learn what each of you enjoys.
- Let her know you value her opinion on everything, even if you don’t agree with her.
- Be her friend. Listen to her while she talks out her problems. No need to give a solution, just listen.
It also wouldn’t hurt if you could take care of bugs and spiders.


Did you think I meant THAT F word? Oh no, deary me, I meant FRIDAY. If you’re unattached and lonely, you really dread the F word because it means the weekend is starting. You’ll be all alone (again) while all your friends and neighbors have someone to go out with, do chores with, run errands with and someone to have fun with.
Back in 1994 when I first found the Internet in Orlando, Florida, it was full of geeks and university types. We used text based telnet chatrooms. It was all new to me and I found it really exciting learning the new technology. One day someone I met on a local bulletin board system suggested that I telnet to a “talker” in Sweden. I remember how complicated I thought it all was but finally I got logged in and started to introduce myself. I was amazed at the people who were there. 






