i went to a social function this weekend. the highlight was near the end of the evening when the scent of bachelorhood revealed the sole, singular single man present there among a snarling pack of females on the prowl. the hunt was on. it was like pouring chum in the ocean or watching Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom, where the antelope is just grazing among the hors d’oeuvres. a pounce. an attack. he tries to get away but is cornered. a few convultions and it’s over. he never had a chance.