The Princess Diaries

Is this the 'quiet before the storm'? Dorothy Black wonders when it will start raining... men!

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Dear Diary

This weekend was just so awesome!! On Friday I hung out at the Meat Market on Derry for the singles party with 15 of my closest girlfriends. I met the most crazy AMAZING guys there diary and at least ten asked me for my number (Amber says I totally would've, like, gotten more if I'd worn my red Stephan Maddens) and although I liked most of them, I'm SO hoping that the banker guy (can't remember his name, it was just, like, SUCH a crazy party diary I can't remember when last I drank so many kirs!!) will call me. Then on Saturday we went to the market and drank beer and ate Chinese pancakes and met the most amazing people and we hooked up with them later for dinner in Cramps Bay and then we (gosh, I'm so happy all my friends are single, so we all go out together whenever I want and have a party) painted the town RED diary, not like a shitty orange red like Amber likes, but like red RED, like crimson red and we danced until FIVE. And then we went to their house for an after party and sat around in the Jacuzzi drinking bubbly. And then on Sunday the banker guy called (his name is ~~Sam~~ Stephan) and we've set a HOT date for Wednesday and gosh diary, the days are packed! Can't wait till Wednesday (totally wearing the Maddens!)!!!

Love you lots,
Dot
XXXXXXXX

So, that's what happened in the parallel universe this weekend.

In my universe, the weekend was far, far less adventurous. Far less juicy. In fact, in this part of the universe there is a veritable drought. The only juice in this universe at the moment comes from the cocoa bean and the Pinotage grape. Preferably enjoyed with people I've known for years, in settings that have non-existent dress codes.

Ain't no raining men nowhere if you get my meaning.

And, right now, I just don't feel bothered about dowsing for them.

Let's put it this way. It's not that I don't want to meet Prince Charming; it's just that I don't feel like hanging out at the ball anymore.

It's just so much effort (not to mention expensive) getting there in the first place, what with gowns and carriages and mice and shoes, and after you've done the rounds of 'how do you do' and shoulder rubbing and coy summings up, it's all just the same blah blah, ball after ball, an endless tragicomedy of near misses.

Excuse me if this sounds jaded. Jaded is something I am not. I am so far from jaded I'm practically iridescent, but I do believe meeting your potential partner should be like the fairytales, where there's never any doubt as to who your prince is – there's always a sign, be it a pea or a glass slipper or a kiss or a special song or a wicked stepmother trying to kill you ... whatever it is, there should be very little effort involved in finding the guy and knowing it's him (shit, that Sleeping Beauty chick didn't even have to get out of bed!).

And, as is evident, I'm all about ease of meet right now.

If Prince Charming could be the guy delivering my take-away pad thai this Saturday night, I'd be most thrilled (as long as his delivery-boy stint was because he owned the chain and someone didn't pitch up for work, or he was some multi-gazillionaire who 'just wanted to try out the real world'...damn this Prince business is an issue whichever way you look at it...).

Ag. I don't know. Maybe all this ambivalence can be blamed on the weather.

Here in the Mother City the winter is still neither here nor there. I might be a summer girl, but, damn, if it's cold it should be raining. This autumnal partly cloudly bs is messing with my mojo. I'm looking for those stormy downpours the Cape is so popular for. A good week or three of rain. And if a hot man happens to drop out of the sky with my name tatooed across his chest and a bottle of pino in the one hand and a tub of pad thai in the other, what more of a sign would I need? See? Easypeasy.

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Ain't raining women in Potch either. Why is modern women so possessed with rich men, what happened to meeting a guy who has not made it yet, but supporting him happily until he makes it? Sorry for the reality check Dorothy, but if its not raining men in your reality, I'm willing to wager that its probably not going to even start raining millionaires this century, but I do hope you do catch that elusive Prince charming. On the other hand I have some tips for women, apparently archeologists make very good husbands in general, they get more interested in their women as they age :-)

If you want it... you gotta go out and get it! Remember that decent guys will be most sensitive to your signals and if you've got doubts and you're projecting "No Go" then they stay away... Simple ne? Surely you're just a bit miff. It'll pass.

For the "Prince charming without the $$$" - Darling I tried your route of being involved with someone that "apparently" was going though a rough time & still trying to "make it" & u know what happended.....he turned in to this depressed, grumpy, lazy guy that spent the majority of the day doing nothing & then hitting out at me because he was going through a rough time. So, my resolve.......it does not work and all you get is being taken for advantage. I would rather not waste my time:)

According to the StatsSA 2001 Census there are 21 434 040 men and 23 385 737 woman in SA. It means that roughly 1 951 697 women won't find a husband/partner. Dorothy Black, I suspect you are one of them.

Always about the money, eh? A man can generally sense when a woman is more interested in the wallet than in him. We call them predators. Its the same feeling of distain we have for women who dress in their skimpiest tightest clothing and then complain that men oggle them and don't want them for their brains/character/academic achievements/world peace or whatever drivvle the sisterhood has indoctrinated them with this year. Y'know...the same bs we hear from ageing celebs who achieved their wealth by posing nude/risque so often when they were young, but who now complain that they are tired of being treated like sex objects...yeah right!

To LeMale, you forget that some men like Jacob Zuma take 3 woman so there is still hope for Dorothy. :-) To John, it is guys like you who give men a bad name. I agree, if you look for men with money in order to date him you wont get much success. If like me they hide the fact that they have bucks in order to first see what you are about, then your basicly discounting men that could be the one. I say look for love not $$$$$

I must live in alternate reality, nevertheless one would think that after all the research been done and all the history that has passed women like dorothy would learn and understand that you dont find your self-perceived "prince charming" you make yourself as presentable as possible and he comes looking for you My wife still calls me her "prince charming" and all i did was choose the best girl i could find. Not the most beautiful, yes one of the smartest but over and above that the one with the most potential and the most decency - although decency is relative in this "anything-goes-as-long-as-you're-happy" age Nothing found/earned in haste was ever worth it's earning

The "prince charming" guys just like money don;t last. What if tragedy struck and all the money was gone, what will u be left with? Nope, I would rather sit through the drought than beg for "prince charming to come and rescue me