The same demographic abides in Fort Mc Murray proper, population 72,944, where the bars and restaurants are, and where most people live.
At 27, my romantic life consists mainly of odd hookups (odd because it’s bizarre to have sex with someone you wouldn’t want to stand naked in front of with the lights on); unconsummated dates that usually just waste my beer money; and noncommittal sexual friendships.
It’s way better than languishing in a bad relationship, and my life is rich in other ways. Work can’t stroke your hair when you’re waiting on medical results, much less tear your clothes off. When an acquaintance of mine, Sofi Papamarko, started her Toronto matchmaking service, Friend of a Friend, she was deluged with so many female applicants that she had to temporarily close registration for women and start hustling for guys.
(In Toronto, it’s 39.) Katrina, 27, a dance-school administrator with long dreadlocks, says the selection of “gorgeous guys” threw her off at first.
She’d been through the wringer with men in Vancouver, then met a commitment-minded guy in Fort Mac—but she’s not ready to settle down.
In low moments, it can seem like women seeking men face a choice between self-actualization and contentment; by staying in the city, we’ve opted to pursue our own dreams rather than find someone to share them with.