Why? why not!

So, how is your Dating life in NY? Isn't it fun? Isn't it grand? Isn't it great? aren't you having the best time?
NO. 

I am in my early thirties and I moved to this city about two years ago. Dating in this city sucks!
Firstly, it is so hard to find who to date! How does one meet people? Yes, I know, the age-old-question. But, it shouldn't be so impossible, should it? I mean, people have been meeting people since, well, forever. So, why is it so hard to meet people now?
Is it the city? We are all so busy that we don't have time to look up from our smartphones or kindles or any other electronic device at our disposal. Or is it just the way we interact? We walk around (I walk around) with headphones. I listen to the news, or music, audiobooks, or have long distance conversations with my friends from faraway lands. Is it unusual that no one actually speaks to me because my earphones say: unavailable, please come back at a later date and maybe I will give you a minute of my attention.
No, it isn't that, or maybe slightly that. But even if I walked around without any electronics, would I meet guys to date? probably not. Or rather, no.
Is it that the guys feel that because there are more of us and less of them they can act in whatever way their mother didn't teach them right and get away with it? Probably... but still, to meet these douchy guys, how does one go about doing that? oh, right, bars. I don't do that. SPending time and money sitting alone in a bar expecting to be 'picked up' like the good catch of the day... Not my idea of a good evening well spent. 

So what is left? the Internet! obviously.

I have belonged to a dating site for years. It has proven to be the worst dates I have ever had, and the most anecdotic ones too.
I always say: a bad date makes a great story.
Now I have joined the gazillion others who peruse the web in search of a-long-term-relationship / activity-partners / casual-sex/ short-term-relationship / la-di-da...

And not only have I joined, but I go on dates. I am meeting very strange men. And if I am meeting such strange individuals, why not write about it?