I'll not argue that the population may be small. I will argue that I shouldn't be surprised.

I think I'm fabulous and so are most of the choices I make - it wouldn't make sense for me to be anything other than surprised that people don't want to be a part of it.

When I look out do I see a lot of me-ness? - nsm, and yet always, surprised.

And I should add the caveat that yeah, we're hard on men too in this country.

God, people are rude and just mean. What kind of shitheel tells someone this kind of crap?

Oh yeah. I'm with you there, msbelle. I have an awesome job I mostly love, work for people I adore in an industry that fills me with wonder and excitement. I'm a published author. I've had television characters named after me by my fave tv writer. My friends rock, my family is pretty neat, and I think my life is fairly interesting.

I'm a good friend, not so hard on the eyes, have a sense of style, and I'm pretty damned funny. These are all true things.

Tim always says I'm a catch and is amazed that I have so much trouble in this area, and I trust his opinion on such things.

I'm surprised by it, too.

Did I post here when I was rejected as a client by a matchmaker?

Anyway, you only need one! (Or whatever...)

I would love to find a partner, but I don't want to devote any time to it, so it is unlikely to happen. I've never really understood why friends don't set each other up more, but at least here it doesn't seem to happen much. I don't do it, so why would I expect my friends too?

The other way I often think about it is, I really don't like a lot of people. I don't make friends that easily and I am regularly appalled at peoples' behavior. So, it's clear to me I don't want most people. Like Scrappy said, I want just the one person and the trick is probably going to be not be shut off to the opportunity when it is presented.

I don't have anything to add to this topic except that I am happy with my level of picky. Which is very very very.

Mine's more like very very and it turned out pretty well for me.

lisah, please be there to hold my hand.

Ooh! Yeah! I don't get home until 6ish so will be on the later side, if that's okay.

What kind of shitheel tells someone this kind of crap?

That would be my question as well. The closest I have come to this is telling my close friend that she might be best served figuring out that by selecting the same type over and over again she is likely to get the same bad result. And yet she continues to be attracted to womanizing assholes and thinks they will change for her good lovin'. Ah, matters of the heart are indeed complex.

The other way I often think about it is, I really don't like a lot of people. I don't make friends that easily and I am regularly appalled at peoples' behavior. So, it's clear to me I don't want most people.

Yeah, that's me as well. Most people I meet I have no interest in getting to know better.

I'll be fine. I've just never really played hostess where I am the hostess. I'm billing this as an after work drink, despite a pair of my youngish coworkers wanting a party. Um, no. That's when I work up the nerve to do a proper, on the weekend, housewarming.

Besides picky, I am also selfish and prickly,don't like to share or explain, chafe at bearing any responsibility for other's feelings...hrm, maybe it is just he 3 weeks of parents in close quarters talking now.