It's Over!

Dear San Francisco,

I always admired you; you’re diverse, commercial, historic and beautiful.  It’s sad to find that when you dig deeper, you’re just a big tourist attraction.  I’d rather go to Disneyland instead. Here are a few reasons why we won't work out - 

• Weather – Being a part of sunny California had no effect on SF

• Straight Men – Where should I start?  You’re a city where straight men eat brunch with a group of other straight men.   A city where straight men go to bars to talk to other straight men in a circle, facing their backs to the beautiful ladies that stand behind them.  The men may call it a city where 6s think they are 10s, but honestly any man that is even mildly interested in a woman, should treat her like a 10. I’m not saying there are no men in the city, there are plenty.  The city is surrounded by men.  Men that get off from work and get on their phones to check how their Fantasy Football League is performing rather than talking to the cute girl sitting next to them on the Muni.  Then, they run back home, get on their blog and complain about how there are no women in the city.   I don’t completely blame you for the lack of manliness, the men that move here were the top of their class in high school, got straight As in college, and spent all their time juggling science text books, video games, chess clubs, MMORPGs, Star Wars and Comic-Con conventions and did not have the time to develop any social skills. 

• What’s a nicer word for “ugly” - The one and only reason that people in SF hate the people in LA, is because they are jealous.  They come up with reasons such as the fakeness of LA, or the traffic, or the silicon implants.  But deep down, LA is always SF’s prettier sister that got all the boys.  And our lovely San Franciscans may say that they do not believe superficiality, that’s only to mask their own lack of beauty.
•  Failure to launch – Whether you’re a 22 year old college grad or a 40 year old business executive, if you’re a San Franciscan, you probably lead similar lifestyles.  Somehow the need to “settle” (dare I say that word) down or stabilize your life is absent.  You live with roommates, no matter how old you are.  You “hang out” with girls, in the hope of getting laid.  You go to clubs to see your favorite DJ (never heard of the favorite DJ concept until I moved here).  You probably earn the same salary too.  When are you actually going to grow up?

Sorry San Francisco, I think we need to see other cities.

P.S. My list is not all inclusive yet.