“My friends and I talk about this all the time,” says Radu.For the record, she says, “I don’t think Vancouver men suck.Maybe the chemistry will be there in person.”For all her efforts online, there has been a zero compatibility outcome. Most of the guys wanted her photo before going further. ” (“Yes” was the only answer that could be read between the lines), the question has hung over Vancouver’s dating scene like a pall.For a lark one night, she posted a personal ad on Craigslist. Once they saw it, their pictures started coming in. Even before the article ran, women were, well, bitching.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.Throw in the French accent and the wry sense of humour, and Lessard just might be the total package.The women at the back table of the Bottleneck bar on Granville Street are a cluster of long locks, funky accessories, a mix of tanned and fair, naturally athletic bodies and discreetly dabbed lip gloss.
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?
“There is a lack of sexuality in Vancouver,” says Derkson, bluntly.
I was dating every night.” Fox has an endearing, girl-next-door vibe: Zooey Deschanel with a healthy scoop of irreverent wench. “We are ghettoized, we don’t intermingle and the landscape isn’t conducive to community.”Sara Stocksand, 38 years old and single for a few years, isn’t afraid to say she wants the whole package, including marriage and children.
She also finds it easier to connect outside of Vancouver: she met her most recent love interest at a wedding in France.