Real Slim K, I live near SF. I'm dissing a small part of the social scene. Thanks for your support in other threads.

Something goes wrong with once perfectly good women once they settle in SF. The monotopic for female conversation in SF is dating. Almost every woman I met would launch into "20 questions" about my dating status and found intellectual or otherwise ordinary non-dating conversation a distraction. I should have brought a printout of my answers for them to read. As it turned out, the "Learn by Grilling" method thought to be efficient for them worked for me as well. If they grilled me mercilessly for details, they earned old "Sure, I'll call you" lie. Towards the end of dating before I met my wife, I grew to be a wise guy. After paying enduring an hour of grilling with no reciprocation of information, I even asked one to show me her driver's license to verify her age. The few women that were able to hold a pleasant conversation about any topic other than dating fared much better.