It's official, I'm 32.
Boy Child is almost 11.
...and I'm single. Not married. Not dating. Alone and to sum it up in a nutshell, lonely.
There I said it.

On the flip side, I'm so damn independent having a guy around drives me bat shit crazy! I will intentionally look for reasons or off the wall flaws that will have me sending them packing so I can be alone.
Yea, whatever.
Anyways...

They (whoever they are) have said you'll find him when you least expect it or you'll meet him at the most random places AKA the grocery store.
Well let me tell you about the grocery store!
They, the single, available male species are not there!
I generally go after work. I work teacher's hours, obviously. Generally the male species will still be working. Ya know, holding down a J O B! Very important these days.
If a male species is there, I'm betting they're already old and married and the crazy wife is sick of making household grocery decisions for them so she's given up that chore. Time to get your own sandwich fixings gentleman!
Or they possibly work an overnight shift and well, no thanks. I'd like to see the person I'm "dating" for more than two minutes on opposite sides of the road.

At 32 meeting someone at the grocery store is worse than picking up a fella at a bar.