Man Repelling And The Case Of Us Not Getting Any Man Action

As I mentioned in November, two lady pals and myself have recently moved out of the homes and warm embraces of our parentals into our own humble abode.

Our place is located in the Osborne Village area of Winnipeg, which, if you are not familiar, is one of the heppest parts in town.  For serious.

We discovered shortly after our move that the neighborhood Safeway is overflowing with beautiful men around 6pm.  Obviously this means that popping in for some milk or fruit after work has become a common routine even when we don't really need groceries.  Once, when while bored one evening we even got super dressed up to go to Safeway.

We get looks, there is no question about that.  We may even get a couple of friendly smiles.  What we never get are takers.  At first we were all very much confused.  We are cute, clean, and well dressed girls.  See below:

(Ignore the men in these, they are of no consequence)

A couple of days ago K, one of the roomies and a fellow blogger, stumbled across a blog that opened our eyes:  The Man Repeller.

The Man Repeller is some chick in NY who talks about how things that give us "lady boners" are the same things that make men's junk go super limp.  This means that when the roomies and I are getting dressed to go out and ask each other how we look and we all think we look super amazing and hot we are really setting ourselves up to come home empty vaginaed.

I mean, I know it makes sense.  What guys would understand how awesome things like shoulder pads, turbans, fur hats, skull rings, epaulettes, coloured tights, and stewardess caps are?!  NOT MANY apparently!

So when we see hot guys out with their homely girlfriends and we are all like "WTF, she is so sad and boring looking!  We are so much hotter!"  we can now understand that the only reason he went for her, aside from her "winning personality", is because fashionable gals like us confuse the hell out of him and he is afraid to kiss us because he doesn't know how to do it without getting our feather collars stuck in his teeth.