Talk to any guy whose been living in Whistler for a while and hed say there arent enough girls around town.
Its an infamous lament among single men here.
Its strange because as a general rule, Ive found that its usually the other way around too many girls complaining there arent enough men in the world.
It was certainly that way among my group of girlfriends when I left Toronto.
Ever since then Ive been urging them to get out to Whistler because despite what any census report will tell you, that there are fairly equal ratios of men to women in this town, it seems that the fairer sex are nowhere to be found.
Just look at any posse of six men heading to Garfs on a Thursday night, or the crowd of guys hanging out with a football at the park or the crew lollygaging around the liquor store/Grocery Store.
Where are all the girls in Whistler, they ask?
And I would like to pose that question too.
Girls really are hard to come by in Whistler, whether youre looking for a date or for some simple, female companionship.
After hanging around boys for the past eight months now, Ive decided that a good dose of estrogen every once in a while is essential to keep a girl sane.
I long for the day when I can go into a video store, pick out Riding in Cars with Boys (or in fact any Drew Barrymore movie) and not be mocked.
Sometimes, I dont even get mocked, just a withering stare, followed by a smirk.
The next thing you know, were back at home watching Joe Dirt. Or better yet, Pootie Tang (dont ask, and dont rent it thats two hours of your life youll never get back).
And whats wrong with a little Gilmore Girls, Sex in the City or Felicity every once in a while?
Sure, its not great acting but it certainly beats a cartoon James Bond agent running around trying to kill people in a gory video game.
I also long for the time when I can get on my snowboard or mountain bike with a buddy and just cruise along at my own pace.
Instead, Im subjected to constant suggestions about how I can be better, faster, and more aggressive.
And the worst is pulling up to the group waiting at the bottom of the hill or the end of the trail, forever waiting for me, and me in turn, forever having to apologize.