Following my "it's not me, it's you, Salt Lake City" rant, I was given some advice by Dee, an obviously disgruntled SLC transplant/want-to-but-can't find love dater. Dee offered up a few suggestion on how to find love in the Salty City (or just meet people), provoking me to embark on a 'man-hunt' under her guidance. I figure if my own tactics aren't working it's time to try someone else's.
This weekend, I followed her first suggestion: "I like lingering and chatting at the farmers market (introverts need to eat well too - oh and talk to the vendors, sometimes they're the owners!)"
So I did just that.
I thought I'd try my hand outside of the City this weekend and headed up the canyon to the Park Silly Sunday Market. I took the essential wing-(wo)men with me on the journey: my mom and my brother's girlfriend, Emily.
Park City boasted all shapes, sizes, and ages of viable options. I realized that I shouldn't limit myself to one "type" so I made it an effort to talk to a variety of potential men. Once again, following Dee's advice, I dropped my 'standards' and followed the Dee evaluation chart:
"do they have a job? car? do they live in their car? do they have any friends? hobbies? are they depressed and looking for a life saver? do they have a drug problem?"
Without further ado, here are the Bachelors of Park City:
The Bachelor: Max, the Austrian Import The place: Volker's Bakery Job: Check. The anti-atkins promoter. Car: Does a bread van count? Potential: Didn't speak much English, which could be a plus: fights and disagreements are virtually impossible. Also, he can bake, which means my cooking duties would dwindle. Who doesn't want to be force fed carbs by a beautiful foreign man with blue eyes and an accent? Yeah, big points for Max. AND I got his number. All I had to do was buy a loaf of (omg, delicious) bread to strike up a conversation. Cost: $6 for a loaf of doughy, carby goodness. So worth it.
The Bachelor: The other-side of the Anna-Nicole relationship. The place: Main Street, admiring a pretty sweet ride. Job: Retired. Car: He swore the motorcycle was his, the bi-focals and bedazzled leather seats said otherwise. Potential: Low, he seemed to be much more interested in my mom. Cost: My dignity, not even an 84 year-old man would hit on me. Ouch.
The Bachelor: Tristan, the artsy one. Job: Graphic artist / apparel designer for Toaster. Basically he spray paints sunglasses with neon paint. Car: I forgot to ask, but I imagine he drives a once white van now covered in neon splatter. I don't know how my dad would feel if he rolled up in that to take me out. Potential: Medium. He's a bit of an 'entrepreneur' with his own business and staff so maybe he's not looking for a girlfriend right now. Nevertheless, I struck up a conversation about his product and he was more than happy to chat, take pictures, and give me his business card. Cost: $5 for a paint splatter beer koozie that my mom said looked like something she drank from in the '80s. Vintage, nice.
The Bachelor: The 'sugardaddy' whose name I forgot. Sorry! Job: Works for Yellow Snow Ice Cream, a local PC biz. Car: Ice Cream Truck. Potential: Low. I've got a sweet tooth, which would make it a match made in heaven, and he was quite friendly, but, in all honesty, his interest in chatting with me/mom/Emily was fairly low, which made me assume that he was engaged/married. Oh well, the attempt wasn't a complete loss, the ice cream rocked. Cost: $3 for a cup of Dulce de Leche ice cream. Perfect, since all women know that single-dom and ice cream go hand-in-hand.
All-in-all the Farmers Market was a success. Dee was right, it's an easy place to strike up a conversation. I may not have found my one true love, but I did meet some interesting prospects, got a few numbers/emails, and bought local. Good start to the 'man-hunt'.
Stayed tuned, my next stop involves Scotch...