"There are no good men in Chicago." Common sense aside, it's a phrase I’ve heard almost every one of my single girlfriends say. Heck, I said it a few dozen times myself before I re-met the guy I'm currently seeing, four years after our first blind date (more on that later).
Most recently, I heard it from my newly single friend Debbie, 29, who came back to visit her hometown of Chicago while she mends her broken heart. "There are plenty of needles in the haystack," I told her over poached eggs Saturday at Silver Cloud, where we were brunching with several friends. "You'll find him when you're not looking." Trite? Sure. But I firmly believe you meet people in unlikely settings at unlikely times...
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