by Jon Mossberg, author of Jon Blogberg.

It’s tough being a single guy in New York. Let me rephrase: It’s tough being a nice, respectful, relationship-seeking single guy in New York. Any idiot can go to a bar, spend the night buying drinks, and leave at closing time with a drunk woman on his arm (or so TV and textsfromlastnight  lead me to believe); but making a real connection with someone is tough. I suspect it’s tough for everyone – I mean, where and how and what have you - but there are a couple of unique obstacles facing men that I want to talk about. One is the conversational lead-in. Since I don’t have women flocking to me all the time (sorry, Axe BodySpray), the onus tends to be on me to start a conversation (did I just use the word onus? I am SUCH a dork). How do you just start a conversation with someone out of the blue? My theory is that you need something to happen, like have a person slip on a banana peel or get struck by lightning right in front of you. Then you can be all like, “Hey, did you see that guy get struck by lightning?” But what are the odds, you know? Even then, you need to overcome the creep factor. I find that women in this city walk around with their shields up. Who can blame them? There are a lot of creepy guys out there who say things like “let me smell your hair” or “nice boobs.” You need to prove that you’re not a creep right away or instantly be grouped in with these weirdos. So you’ve gotta find a girl you like, wait for an opening, prove you’re not a creep, and then be charming and funny and all those other things. It’s exhausting just to think about. I think I need to go to bed.  And this is why I’m still single. If only attractive, smart, interesting, open-minded, open-hearted, funny, single women hung out in my apartment, I’d be all set. Maybe I should post my address and you guys could swing by? I swear I’m not a creep…

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