PJS thwart maid’s chances
The last time I saw an eligible single man of my acquaintance I was wearing pyjamas. I wasn’t in a bedroom. I was in Vudu on a gloomy Sunday afternoon drinking coffee. The pyjamas were not sexy and silky either. In my defence I was wearing an ankle length skirt and it was a cold day. It wasn’t one of my finer moments. It’s always when you make an ill-judged fashion decision that you run into the gorgeous men. When you look a million dollars they’re nowhere to be seen. A newcomer to our slice of paradise told me she’d concluded that there’s something seedy about the single men of Queenstown. After more than five years here I could have told her that. It was surprising to hear such cynicism from an attractive 20-something woman instead of a jaded 30-plus singleton. When it comes to finding ‘‘Prince Charming’’ in the alpine wonderland, there’s a serious lack of decent blokes. The men are mainly looking for women young enough to be their daughters and/or they are carrying excess kilos of emotional luggage. The universal man drought exacerbates the problem but in my experience meeting single men you’d actually want to be with just isn’t easy. Anyone vaguely resembling Prince Charming has been snapped up. Still in fairness to the men of Queenstown, there can’t be many wanting a woman who wears flannelette in public. I need to work on that.
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