Scuba Steve

Today I decided that Scuba Steve must be single. I know you think I'm crazy, but the odds are, I'm right. Think about it for a moment. Have you ever met a single person over the age of 30 who didn't have to leave the office early for "scuba class"? Unless "scuba class" is code for big-single-orgy, I have to feel bad for these people. The whole scuba thing is so transparent. When I hear, "Oh, I have to run...have scuba class tonight!", all I can think of is, "wow, this poor fool is not just single (I don't pitty singles), but desperately single". I can almost see how the events leading up to registration played out. Single X became increasingly frustrated with traditional dating outlets, such as the bar scene, where they feel too old,or blind dates, where the nervous energy involved is simply too much to overcome for even well-matched participants. Both make them feel desperate. So, a helpful friend suggests they get into some sort of hobby or sport that they find interesting where they can find like-minded singles. The problem is, many of these people either don't have any interesting hobbies, or they overthink the whole thing and freak out about how a chosen hobby may define them in the eyes of others. And the search begins, for a hobby that will define them in the light in which they would like to be seen. "I'm adventurous, exciting, willing to try things new, and I'm definitely not ordinary" they think. The problem is, they are ordinary, because as stated earlier, EVERY SINGLE OVER 30 IS DOING IT, and so is Scuba Steve. Good luck Steve in navigating those troubled waters.