It's Raining Men

So, since my recent Jekyll & Hyde experience, which left me completely fed up with the male species as a whole, I have found insight into one overused expression. The whole "You'll find someone when you're not looking" is entirely true.


The problem for me is that instead of finding someone, I have been the recent pursuit of a few men. Okay, that's being modest. More like a LOT of men.

I was honestly having trouble pinpointing what had changed in my life. It felt as though someone had cast a spell on me, making me irresistible to any man I encountered. It started with the men closest to me in my life... male friends, colleagues, family friends, etc. But since then it has exploded to men I am meeting in random places, including me sitting in the park yesterday reading a book. Seriously, who approaches a girl who is alone with her nose stuck in a book?


It wasn't until today that I realized that there must be some correlation between my complete disinterest in dating and the surplus of eligible men at my doorstep. There is just no other logical explanation.


My friends have been telling me, "When it rains it pours." Okay, so apparently I am currently caught in a man monsoon. Not that I am complaining. After several months of being in a drought, I am not one to shy away from a little male attention. But I am beginning to think that I may be out of my depth here. I don't really know how to casually and confidently date two, three, four men at the same time. 


But, since another drought is sure to arise with the summer heat, for now I will thank my lucky stars that whatever nonchalant vibe I'm exuding is working in my favour. The song doesn't lie... "It's raining men, hallelujah! It's raining men, AMEN!"