C., to wind up here, in Homer, Alaska, a fishing village whose nickname is “The End of the Road.” We were on some kind of quest, but for what exactly?
At the moment we were talking to Whale Tooth Guy, it wasn’t exactly clear.
” *** Annie To me, the ratio of single men to women in Washington is a bummer.
I often end up at parties with large crowds of single women, married couples and gay men.
Earlier that month, we — two harried Washington Post reporters — had been sitting in the newsroom cafeteria with a colleague, lamenting the state of our love lives.
My friend — who was wearing a cast on her leg — and I got in a catfight with a group of women over seats at a communal table.
We launched into a debate familiar to single women over 22 in the greater Washington area: Is it us? Add to that the idea that many guys here are more interested in power than in romance, and you have a potent recipe for single-gal gloom. Alaska has the highest man-to-woman ratio of any of the 50 states. It was a lonely, mournful sound, but it felt like the perfect welcome. For every 100 women in the District, there are 89.5 men, fewer than in any of the 50 states.
Our married colleague Freddy, who was noshing on a container of leftovers, piped up. We were used to blue-suited guys who hunched over their phones and dragged around briefcases stuffed with legal documents — or the nuclear codes. (True, the District is a city and not a state, but come on.) No wonder Bloomberg put out a story last year headlined “Women’s dating odds slim in D.
It turns out Homer is a mini arts colony with a thriving gay community and boasts an almost even man-woman ratio.
We wonder if we should have been more hard-core and gone to the North Slope, a bleak tundra where we’ve heard oil companies have erected trailer towns for their male workers. ” A DJ sets up for karaoke, and the fishermen roll in.