In case any ladies would like to know, I found all the cute, single (probably an over statement but I'll leave it in for effect) guys.  They were hanging out at a hole in the wall of a BBQ joint about 20 miles from my home this afternoon because when I walked in with my hair in a ponytail and not a stitch of make-up on, there they all were!  Ha!  Surprise!  I'd never been before and it's in an old house that has been converted.  I couldn't even tell you the name of it.  You can imagine my surprise when I walked in and it was jam packed with men.  The only women in the room were the cook and the cashier.  It was an intimate little place, too.  When I was waiting for my to-go order I felt as though my arse were right in the faces of a table of policemen not two feet behind me.  Mortified.  One of these days I'll learn to fix up a little before I leave the house ;]