Scenes from a parking lot

Overworked girl hustles from car to Linens and Things only to find that it’s closing and has but two poofs and a framed dog’s playing poker left for sale. For 70% off each, however.
Twitchy male hovers by car, noisly on cell phone: “Yeah, it was a $700 ticket, but I got it down to $100.”
Girl heads back to car and as she unlocks the door, twitchy male asks if there’s anything left in the story worth getting. He needs some mats. Puzzled at what kind of mats, girl responds, no, just crap left. TM twitches, says thanks. Girl gets in car, starts to shut door. TM waves frantically. G stops, looks. “Anywhere to eat around here?” he asks. G explains a few options. No good. He only wants to head south to his neighborhood. “Can’t he eat there,” G wonders.
She starts the car. Reaching for the brake release, she’s distracted by TM waving again. He asks about a decal on her rear window. She corrects his faulty assumption. He twitches. She reaches to roll up the window again. “What do you do?” he asks. “I work – legal work,” she reponds. “Law student,” he says. “Attorney” she replies, throwing caution and professional responsibility exam to the wind figuring that such answers usually shuts up similar males – all easily intimidated and likely to run away. He twitches some more. “Bye,” she says, rolling up her window. He stops twitching and leans on his car.
He leaps up in full twitch, makes the roll-down-the-window hand motion. “Yeah,” she asks wearily.
“Are you single?”
G drives away.
End Scene.
Boys and girls, I offer this to you as a warning and a lesson. Girls: this is San Francisco. The more bitter and rushed you seem, the higher the chance a twitchy male will make an ass of himself for your viewing pleasure. Better yet, just don’t roll down the window. Boys: really. Do you ever think such half-assed tactics work? Don’t pick people up in parking lots. And don’t talk about $700 tickets (I assumed “traffic” when I hear this story, some assume “airplane,” either way, it’s some shady business).
I offer this because our sister site had an item on LA dating and it struck me as odd that no one had addressed SF dating yet. It’s not something I know much about – so I thought I’d collect some stories. They weren’t good. Of course – the LA example wasn’t heartwarming for the womenfolk either.
So, I’ll punt to readers: SF Dating – hippie dream or yuppie nightmare? Marina mingling or SOMA slumming? Mission match-ups or Pac Heights prowling? Inquiring minds want to know . . .

3 Comments so far

  1. (unregistered) on September 22nd, 2004 @ 9:14 am

    I am a single guy in SF, and I’ve found the dating scene here to be the worst of any large city I’ve lived in. I am originally from the Midwest where the dating scene is more laid back and casual. In SF, trying to date is more like going to work, and I think that there are a few reasons for this:
    1. It is a large city made up of strangers, so it is no wonder that people aren’t as receptive and approachable.
    2. Since living in SF is difficult, both men and women show a sense of entitlement to the cream of the crop of the dating pool, determining the top mates by some shallow criteria (looks, money, status, etc.).
    3. Both men/women thinking that they are something they are not (guy who claims he’s 6′ tall, yet showing up at the woman’s door barely clearing 5’6″)
    I don’t know, I may sound jaded (well that’s because I am jaded), but those are my observations. Maybe it is the cadre of upper east coast transplants, or the asian princesses, but I have yet to find a decent person to converse with that actually lives in the SF bay area. Even when I lived in LA for a short time, I never had to go too far to find intelligent conversation with an attractive woman. We’ll see what the future holds…

  2. Nicole Lee (unregistered) on September 22nd, 2004 @ 11:23 am

    I’m probably not a good example of this, but since you asked… I’m not a big fan of casual dating, and tend to look for commitment as a priority. As such, I went the Internet match-up route, and it has worked really well — so well, that I’m getting married to the guy in a few months (We’ve been together for 2.5 years now). I think our case is a total fluke though.. I’m not sure if I would recommend it otherwise. But seeing as the Internet has been really helpful in my past few relationships, I guess it certainly doesn’t hurt.
    Just one tip on the Internet dating stuff: Avoid men who can’t spell and have lousy grammar. Trust me on that one.

  3. (unregistered) on September 24th, 2004 @ 3:49 am

    SF is a dating graveyard! You can meet people through Nerve, craigslist, or even friendster (a good friend dated a boy for nearly a year that she met on friendster), but it’s nearly impossible to strike up conversation with a cute stranger on the city streets. We’re wearing our iPods, have our MUNI crazy shields up, or think you’re going to ask us for $4 BART fare “to get you back to Oakland to catch your flight home to Kansas City.”
    – furlinedteacup

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