“I found a place where all the single men are hiding.”

Lifestyle

Jana Hocking, News.com.au

Last week I encountered a room full of single men.

Some might say it's like Disneyland for grown women.

(It's me. I have a suggestion.)

And I really want to help some sisters and tell them where it is, but I'm a little worried that you'll swarm there like horny rabbits and eventually they'll all be gone. doing.

But in the spirit of our holy mother Taylor Swift and inspired by her lyric “Karma is my boyfriend,” some good karma (aka boyfriend) will come my way if I tell you I hope so.

So get ready to actually cash in on your online shopping cart full of date night outfits. Because we're going out.

It all started last Thursday when I made plans to meet a friend who lives on the other side of the city. So we decided to meet Wham Bam in the city center where we both work.

We chose a bar surrounded by law firms, corporate finance offices, and a radio station that we visit weekly.

I wandered into this bar around 5pm, just after work, expecting to easily get a table, but the bar was full.

With men.

Glorious men!

Wearing a business suit, the smell of aftershave mixed with sweat after a long day of earning money.

heaven.

This wasn't the fancy wine bar or the hottest new restaurant that we women tend to choose for a night out.

It was a simple establishment designed for happy hour.

We spent the next few hours chatting and flirting with the men who were looking forward to being there.

We were yelled at for drinks and gunshots and jumped up onto the dance floor on a school night for the first time in years.

Was it worth it to have a slight hangover the next day?

oh yeah.

And the next weekend I found myself in a crowd of men again.

Side note: What do you call a group of humans?

Perhaps a herd?

Anyway, it was Sunday and I woke up fresh as a daisy.

The sun was out and I thought it would be a great day to drink a bottle of wine and sit in the sun with the girls.

So I sent out a group message Toot Sweet and we all met up at a local pub within walking distance of our apartment.

Well, football season had just started and I hadn't yet gotten the memo that this huge “flock” of guys had gathered in that pub to enjoy a beer and scream at the TV.

It's a wonderful sight.

My girlfriend and I were all trying to find each other in the noisy crowd, and here's a glimpse of our group text.

And I was in human heaven.

There were probably three, four, maybe five other women there, and to be honest, I think there were 200 men.

For the next few hours we sat at a table in the sun drinking wine, eating hot chips, and staring at these amazing creatures in their natural habitat.

Pub.

Listen, there wasn't a lot of chatter from them during the game, but once the game was over, they came alive.

They were in a good mood because soccer season was back (hooray…and all things jazz) and we were in a good mood because they gave us that “how are you” look.

Last week, I talked to more men than on any dating app.

It turns out we were just hanging out in the wrong place, even though we were worrying all the time about not meeting anyone in real life.

I once did a good deed by telling men that if they want to meet women, they should go to brunch, but maybe we women should follow suit and start going to places where men hang out.

For me this week, that meant drinking after work near where men tend to work, and going to the pub during football.

Perhaps you should also take the plunge and participate in some national races or actual sports tournaments.

We're talking now!

If you think about it, it's not rocket science. Think about all the times we get dressed up to go somewhere where there are almost no men.

Ah, what a waste of costume.