Where have all the available Aussie men gone?
Long live a unique piece of Australiana – but first you’ve got to find him.
A statistically proven shortage of males brings out a sense of anguish and concern in our unattached females.
I recently flew to Europe for, in my mind, an eagerly awaited holiday.My friends viewed it differently - a mind boggling opportunity for me to indulge in an international talent pool of eligibles. Hot Italian Romeos, steamy Irish Lepricorns, sensual Spanish Don Juan’s, pompous pooch loving Brits and ‘in the grove’ Dutch guys.
Unsolicited pre take-off advice on how to attract your would be mate was ruthless,relentless and unashamedly directional – “don’t waste time, just go in for the kill”;make sure that you pack your sexiest underwear, little black dress and matching killer heels”. No thought given to the pending eight flight sectors in a month, 20kg (must be adhered to or strong financial penalties apply) baggage allowance and the numerous tourist style activities planned. Climbing mountains in Italy which left me looking like something the cat dragged in; walking all day around Barcelona, passing plenty of Spanish hunks enroute - none showing the slightest inclination to cast an eye on a bedraggled tourist (their Crown Princess is drop dead gorgeous as is her Prince); hitting the sales in London and the Fashion strip in Milan – neither historically hallowed turf for mere males; travelling to the west coast of Ireland where it’s so cold that the numerous layers of clothes disguise your physical attributes and meandering the canals of Amsterdam - so gorgeous you don’t notice a potential date
cycling past.
Why was it so important for me to snare a European Adonis? - pass
Only now can I appreciate the pressure that our Mary’s bridesmaid was under.Mary was successful, our Nicole scored, our Kylie snared a French man and our Livvie has recently pulled in a big overseas catch.
Back in Sydney the post mortem/inquisition continues unabashed – “did you find your Prince and if not where did you go wrong?” “Which nationality took your fancy?” and the million dollar question – “how did they compare with our Aussie blokes?”
Home, where the turf is familiar, the language a breeze, and attitude and approach, predictable, it’s time to return to the hunt for a true blue blooded Aussie bloke.
This ‘get a guy at any cost’ is puzzling. It’s reassuring that the desire for companionship and co-habitation are strong but surely it’s not healthy when it reaches this level of obsession.
Come on girls – chill out.
Name withheld - for fear of being inundated with approaches from fair dinkum Aussie guys…..if only.
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