When you ask anyone what dating in 2013 is like, the answer is always the same: a nightmare. With the exception of those who have more experience in this department.. their reply would be "a fucking nightmare."

Last night I went out for a lovely supper with the girls, where we traded our recent stories of conquest and failure. The mood was light, but the nature of the conversation was dark. It is an ever hopeless time for the modern woman, the independent, self-made, "I had to grow a penis to get by in life" woman. These women seek a man, a true man, who is able to give them a break from the rhetorical penis in their pants, and let them just be a girl for once. A man like that needs to be able to handle a high strung fireball of a woman. You just don't see that kind of guy walking down the street every day.

My friends are 30. At that point, the modern woman is less concerned with the ticking of her biological time clock, but more with the ever lessening pool of prospects as she ages. Men in their 20's are too young, but men in their 30's want to date women in their 20's, and so forth. It's slim pickings the further you go up the ladder, ladies.

What a nice thought to enjoy your prime living the life of a single girl. Living the Sex and the City life. But what comes after that phase?

I personally hope that if I'm to be 50 and single, I better be a Samantha Jones breed of cat.