When I look back on a certain time in my life, I think of it as the Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman year. That TV show aired on Saturday nights, and I managed to watch an entire season without missing an episode. The significance of this, of course, is that I went an entire year without a date.
This wouldn't have been a big deal if I was 12, and too young for dating. But I was 26, and everything I'd ever seen on TV led me to believe that these were my golden social years.
Therefore, I sympathize with people who can't seem to find a date. It happens, even to those of us who bathe regularly, pay all our bills, and know how to make pie.