The Man Scan

I've taken up a new hobby. I like to call it "man browsing", but depending on the degree and circumstance it can be elevated to "man stalking".

There's the natural "man scan" that occurs when you're going about your daily life, essentially sizing up every man that crosses your path. Giving them the green or red, sometimes yellow. Based purely on superficial attraction and possibly rooted in primal survival instinct.

Then, there's the more commited approach. Beyond the street pass, this could be someone in your office building or a neighbour or a clerk at your movie rental spot. Someone you could potentially cross again and again and again (if you're lucky and have the stamina).

Today, my office building complex had a barbeque. Most see it as an opportunity to score free grub. Me? An opportunity to see what these walls have been hiding. M and I had our radar going. Even though she is 'with boy', she is pretty supportive of my cause. We were covertly and overtly scoping out the scene, including taking photos with our blackberrys for later identification…I'm pretty sure that was the 'overtly' part.

…or there's the neighbour who is unaware of our (his and mine) pending relationship. Haha.

…or the friend who met a guy at the bar and we managed to find out his last name, the name of his employer, the address of his office and his mom's maiden name…all from a general idea of what he did and a broad intersection. Google knows.

Kidding about the maiden name thing…now that would just be nuts.





What's a single girl to do?