“This is typical of a woman’s online profile: here’s a picture of me on top of a mountain, here’s one of me winning an award, here’s me in Vegas.
It’s like, wow, don’t you ever sit on a patio and have a beer or hang out and cook a meal?
Is it the way the city is spread out and shuts down early, its denizens more likely to rise at dawn to pound up the North Shore mountains on their bikes before work than lie in and roll over for a little good morning sex? Is it seasonal affective disorder, a collective low libido?
Derkson is petite, tanned, toned, with a bright smile: her nails are done, her hair is thick and full.She looks like she’s got a personal groomer on call.(Same-sex dating in Vancouver has its own set of opportunities and challenges that warrants a whole other article.)For many singles, the stepping stones to love’s distant shore are broken or missing — the appreciative or inviting smiles, casual conversations struck up on street corners, in bars, restaurants, grocery lineups and online dating offer only a small pool of confused and confusing possibilities.“I don’t know what the problem is here,” says Jody Radu.I’m not even going to contact you because I’m too ordinary.”Lessard may see himself as ordinary, but he’s got a great dating resume: A stable career that allows him to work from home, a funky casual style, is open to having kids and if you have kids, that’s okay too.
Throw in the French accent and the wry sense of humour, and Lessard just might be the total package. “Some women here have a really unrealistic vision of what a man is supposed to be.
“My friends and I talk about this all the time,” says Radu.
For the record, she says, “I don’t think Vancouver men suck.
Sebastien Lessard, is a 37-year-old single guy living in Vancouver.
He’s dated five years younger than his age, and up to 15 years older.
The conversation about the impossibility of finding man-love in Lotus Land ricochets between raucous laughter and thoughtful reflection until the table goes silent and the subject finally sinks, like a stone thrown in an impossibly dark wishing well.“This is not a lighthearted issue,” says Jodi Derkson.