2.5 Maybe it’s because I’m outnumbered.

I got my nails did the other day and as I was getting pampered me and the nail technician got to talking (as you do). Turns out, she’s a fellow Prairie transplant (hailing from the central province of Manitoba) and having that in common made it easy to open up to her. We’ve both been here less than a year, and we echoed each other’s struggle of meeting people.

“It’s so hard to make friends as an adult,” we said. And it’s true—it seems the older you get, the less likely you are to strike up friendships on the fly. And if making friends is hard, making a romantic connection is even harder.

“Have you dated anyone since you’ve been out here?” She asked me as she buffed my nails into perfection.

“Naw,” I said back. “I mean, I haven’t had time. But now that spring has arrived and I’m noticing how many babes there are…” It seems like since the sun has come out, Victoria is overflowing with attractive men. Seriously. I see them at the bus stop. I see them at the grocery store. I see them at the liquor store. I see them at the beach. I see them… well you get the point. Anyway, it seems like there’s an abundance of dudes just waiting to fall in love with me.

At least that’s what I thought.

“Did you know women out-number men, like, five to one in this city? It’s crazy.”

I did not know that.

And now that I do know I’m realizing the competition in this city is stiff. I mean, there are beautiful, smart, talented women everywhere!! I should know, I go to school with a lot of them. And it’s now come to my attention that I’m going to have to work a heck of a lot harder to get a date in Victoria then I ever had to in Edmonton (no offense). And to be honest, I feel like I might be too old for this shit. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—dating is hard. And it’s harder the older you get. And it’s also harder the fatter you get. And it’s extra-extra harder the less eligible men there are.


Obviously, I didn’t move to Victoria to find a boyfriend–I could’ve done that for free back home. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the lack of prospects is disappointing. I want to build a life on the island and part of life-building is life-sharing and part of life-sharing is, well, having another person to share your life with.


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