Alright, what the hell does he mean by “Plastic Fantastic”?

How good of you to ask. Let me explain.

Well, what you know so far is that I am single again (God I HATE that song.) and dipping my toe back into the dating scene. What you may not know is that I am here in the Tampa Bay area of Florida where the majority of the pretty people, or those that THINK they are the pretty people, are more shallow that a Tupperware lid turned upside down and filled with water. Not really the greatest situation when you are looking for a more intelligent person to have a couple of dates, or more, with. Awesome, though, if you’re just in it to win it for the night. Don’t get me wrong, there ARE some quality people around. They just seem to be few and far between. Hell, maybe I just don’t know where to look. But whilst I am still in this area I’ll keep searching on. I guess my point to all of my rambling is: In a society that worships the rich or the famous just because they are famous, where the bank account, car and abs are the most important thing, what chance is there for a normal, but in-freakin’-credible, guy to find that ’someone’, if any?