000_0278.JPGIn the first few months after the hurricane, the dating scene in New Orleans, so I’m told, was comparable to that of a frontier town in Alaska. Contractors, guardsman, construction workers, telephone linemen, and other burly men flooded the city (pardon the pun), while single women were more likely to stay evacuated a bit longer. Sure, plenty of women returned quickly or even stayed through the entire ordeal. But no one can argue that the city’s male-female ratio was not out of whack for a while after the storm.

Until recently, I had assumed the situation had righted itself, and dating in New Orleans had returned to normal (or as normal as anything can be around here). That is, until I spotted this billboard on the side of Voodoo BBQ & Grill on St. Charles Avenue. The so-called friends of this poor sap have dubbed him the “New Orleans Lover” and taken out a billboard and website for him, seeking to find him “that special girl.” I know desperate times call for desperate measures, but surely it’s not that bad out there. Have his friends considered that their pal may not even be looking for that special girl? Not that there’s anything wrong with that.