Tag Archives: dating in Dickinson North Dakota

The Jack-O’-Lantern Women Of Dickinson, North Dakota

Uncategorized, , , , , , , , ,

I have been feeling a little depressed for the past couple of weeks, as if there is something missing from my life.  It feels like I am missing some drive, motivation, inspiration, or purpose.  I was trying to think about what was wrong, and I realized what it was.

There is nothing to do in Dickinson, North Dakota, and I have hours upon hours of nothing to do but think and contemplate.  I realized, “Do you know, I haven’t seen an attractive woman for the past eight weeks.”

I thought about it, and thought about it, and tried to remember, the last attractive woman that I saw was eight weeks ago in a store.  There was a young lady of about 23 years, she was my height, slender build, long dark hair, and she said in a normal manner, “Can I help you, are you looking for something?”  That was the only attractive woman that I could remember seeing, and this was eight weeks ago.

It’s not like I don’t go anywhere.  I go to different grocery stores about four times per week, gas stations about four times per week, hardware stores about four times per week, fast-food restaurants twice per week, I pay some bills in-person, and I go to my job four days per week.  Yet I don’t ever see attractive women, anywhere.

This is not normal, this is what has been making me feel depressed, and even very angry sometimes.  Looking back upon my life, meeting and seeing attractive women has always been an important element of being alive.

When I was in elementary school, middle school, and high school in Florida, there were always at least two to four girls in each of my classes who were attractive and worthy of attention.  I would look forward to seeing these girls each day, what they would wear, how their hair would be, how they would act, what they might say and do.  It was a challenge and inspiration for me to come up with something to say or do that would get their attention.

When I went to college in Virginia, and later university in Florida, it was probably even more full of very attractive women.  Whether it was going to class, going to the gym, going to parties, or going to bars, it was so fun to see, meet, talk to, and try to seduce women.

As a young adult living and working in different cities in Florida, you could not help but see and interact with beautiful women, wherever you went:  Walmart, grocery stores, convenience stores, gas stations, bars, restaurants, shopping malls, hardware stores, work, government offices, post office, banks,…absolutely everywhere, every day, all day.

The existence of these beautiful women was an inspiration and motivation to me.  I tried to stay in good physical condition, have a clean and professional appearance, wear nice looking well-fitting clothes that were taken to the cleaners and pressed, have a new clean vehicle, and pay attention to all kinds of details about how things looked.  I looked forward to going shopping to buy clothes for work and for going out.

In Florida, everyone I knew, almost all people, looked forward to going out on Friday and Saturday night, to restaurants, bars, nightclubs, parties, movies, sporting events, concerts, road trips, and beach towns.  Of course, everyone would get dressed for whatever they were doing or wherever they were going.  It was fun and exciting to see and meet everyone who was out in the evening.

But let’s get back to Dickinson.  Like I have written before, Dickinson is like the movie “Deliverance”, “Planet Of The Apes”, or “The Grapes Of Wrath”.  God it makes me so fucking mad thinking about Dickinson, what it is like here.  It’s like being in a fucking God damn prison!  Ape creatures and land whales.

I thought about each of the places and everywhere that I routinely went in Dickinson, every place that I could think of, and all of the women in Dickinson looked exactly the same.  They were overweight, sloppily dressed, not groomed, with big fat misshapen heads, and unattractive faces.  They looked like Jack-o’-lanterns is what they looked like.

Jack-o’-lanterns with big fat misshapen heads and hideous faces, everywhere, all day, every day.  In Dickinson, I don’t like going to the grocery store, and I especially don’t like going to convenience stores and gas stations.  I hate going to Walmart, and I won’t go to bars.  There is no place that I like going, and there is almost no possibility or likelihood that I will see or meet any young lady or woman in Dickinson that is enjoyable.

North Dakota Ranks As 48th Worst State For Finding A Mate

Uncategorized, , , , , , , , , , ,

When I first came to North Dakota in the Spring of 2011, the first things that I noticed were the miles of prairie, lack of trees, lack of women, and scarcity of attractive women.  In a way, the local people in Dickinson were aware that there was a shortage of women, and a scarcity of attractive women, because they came up with the joke themselves, “There’s a beautiful woman behind every tree.”……. Again, remember, there are no trees.

During the oil boom in North Dakota from 2007-2015, the ratio of men to women in western North Dakota towns ranged from 3:1 to as high as 20:1.  Now that the oil boom is over, the ratio of men to women in Dickinson is still about 3:1.  After having lived in Dickinson for a little over seven years, I am getting the impression that this 3:1 ratio has existed since the homesteaders came to this area in the 1890s.

If they can help it, women don’t want to come to this area of vacant, barren, desolate, cold, windy, bleak, undeveloped prairie.  Because there are no trees here, the first settlers had to build their houses out of stacked grass sod, and they had to burn animal dung for heating and cooking.  Many North Dakotans stayed very poor, living in tiny houses with no indoor plumbing up until the 1970s.

To this day, most of the women who are born in western North Dakota, if they are attractive, they plan on escaping as soon as possible.  They experience the harsh, deadly cold, the isolation, the nothingness, the ugliness, the ignorance, and they want to get out of here as soon as possible.

When you combine the fact that most adult women do not want to come to western North Dakota, and most of the attractive women who are born in western North Dakota try to get out of here as soon as possible, this is what creates the 3:1 male to female ratio.

The women who are left here in western North Dakota, are mean, snarling, sneering, scowling, no-neck, ham-fisted, cankle-calf, line-backer, battle-axe women, some of them even have tusks.  There is some evidence that the forebears of the people who settled Dickinson were offspring of the female Yeti named Zana that was captured in Russia in the late 1800s.  Here is the link to a very good article about Zana, who is remarkably similar to the women in Dickinson http://www.bigfootencounters.com/articles/zana.htm

Perhaps because the women in Dickinson are so unattractive, the shortage of women in Dickinson, or because of some biological remnant of the historical cross-species mating of the ancestors of the people in Dickinson, some men in the Dickinson area have sex with horses and cattle, as documented by the Grand Forks Herald newspaper article  https://www.grandforksherald.com/news/2187378-dickinson-officials-investigate-sexual-assault-horse

Now, there is a study that shows that North Dakota ranks as the 48th worst state for people finding a mate https://www.grandforksherald.com/lifestyle/4926326-Report-North-Dakota-is-among-worst-states-to-find-love-and-Minnesota-is-one-of-the-best

These Two Men Are More Feminine Than Women In Dickinson, North Dakota

Uncategorized, , , , , , , , , ,

Below, I am going to show you two short YouTube videos of two very attractive young women.  They are both young, healthy, thin, good looking, feminine, well spoken, reasonable, and logical.  The only problem is, they are both male.

These two men, at a point in their lives after puberty, began to believe that they would prefer to be women.  After they had made up their mind that they wanted to be women, they began growing their hair long, growing their finger nails longer and painting their nails, applying make up to their face, and dressing in women’s clothing.

They had to learn how to speak like women, and behave like women.  They began to learn and practice female mannerisms and movements.  They had to learn to become feminine in every way.

Here is the point of this blog post, these men made an effort to be feminine, soft, appealing, and attractive, to the point that they are more attractive and desirable than about 95% of the women in Dickinson, North Dakota.

In other words, with some effort, these two men are way hotter than 95% of the women in Dickinson, North Dakota.  I think that this kind of proves that there is something wrong with the women in Dickinson, North Dakota, that men from elsewhere are hotter than the women in Dickinson.

This first man, is more of a coquettish type woman:

This second man, is more of a sophisticated woman:

I am sure many readers would like to comment, “Hey, go for it, he/she is all yours…ha, ha, ha.”  Joking aside, 100% of the men in Dickinson would like to date these two women.  And, if they found out that these two women were actually men, about 50% of the men in Dickinson would still date them, because they are so desirous of the company of women like this.

I would like to have a girlfriend like these two women, or date these two women, if they were women, because they do act so appealing.  Women in Dickinson could learn a tremendous amount from these two men.  Why don’t the women in Dickinson know how to put themselves together like these two men?

Western North Dakota Romance Novel, Chapters 41 & 42

Uncategorized, , , , ,

Chapter 41

Rachel had decided that if she ever ordered anything over the internet again, it was going to be delivered by any method other than United Express Delivery.  She did not want to see Rob ever again, she now thought of him as a “man whore”.  Rachel was glad that her mother, father, and sister were all gone from the house this morning, and that there were not going to be any deliveries, because she was feeling very nauseous this morning and had to go throw up.  It was a good thing that she didn’t have to be at work at Herbergers in Dickinson until 2:00 p.m.  Rachel went back to bed.

When Rachel finally did get up at about noon, she felt better.  When Rachel’s mother Susan came home for lunch, she noticed that Rachel had been staying in bed very late for the past several days.  Susan asked Rachel if she was feeling sick, and Rachel replied, “Just in the mornings sometimes.”

Rachel took a shower and got ready for work.  She arrived at Herbergers in the Prairie Hills Mall just before 2:00 p.m.  A little after 3:00 p.m., Tamara Fisher, Tracy Fisher’s younger sister walked in the west entrance of Herbergers by the cosmetics counter where Rachel worked.  Tamara thought highly of Rachel.  Rachel had graduated from Belfield High School two years before Tamara, and Rachel had been the homecoming queen.

Tamara said hello to Rachel, and Rachel said hello back.  They both wanted to talk to each other.  Rachel asked Tamara if she was here to buy something to wear at Amber and Cory’s wedding next week, and Tamara said that she was.  Rachel said that her brother Tracy had been there about four or five days ago.  Tamara said that she knew, she had seen Tracy come home with a bunch of shopping bags, but she didn’t think that they were all for the wedding, because Tracy had gotten dressed up last Saturday afternoon and went somewhere all day and didn’t get home until about 1:00 a.m. Sunday.

Rachel asked if Tracy has a girlfriend.  Tamara said that she didn’t know, she didn’t think so, but Tracy had been going out to his truck at night and talking on the telephone to someone.  Tamara said that she, all the other women in the office, and all the other workers wished that Tracy would get a girlfriend, because he was always an asshole at work.  When he got back from wherever he went on Saturday, he was still an asshole, no change.

Tamara asked Rachel if she was getting a hotel room at the Astoria Hotel where the wedding reception was being held, and where the out of town guests were staying.  Rachel said that she was thinking about it, for her and her sister Christine.  Tamara said that she wanted to.  Rachel, Rachel’s sister Christine, and Tamara were all under 21.  They did not get to drink in bars.  Weddings had always been an occasion where older teenagers could get drunk, because all of their friends and relatives had alcohol.  It would not be any fun if they were forced to ride back to Belfield with their parents at 10:00 p.m. on a Saturday night, and all of their friends got to stay and dance.

Tamara said to Rachel, “Can you do me a favor?  Can you get one of your girlfriends to be like a date for Tracy?  He always acts so uptight, and he ruins weddings for all of us.  He doesn’t want to stay, he doesn’t want to drink, he doesn’t want to have any fun.  I know he’s weird and all, but maybe you could find someone who doesn’t know him.”  Rachel said that she would try to think of someone.

Rachel had someone in mind already, herself.

Chapter 42

Tracy had telephoned Cheryl the day following their date in Gillette.  Although, Cheryl did answer her telephone, she was not very friendly to Tracy.  She said that she was O.K., but why did Tracy hit that guy like that.  Tracy said that he had been working with people like that for eight years, and had been living and working with people like that every day since the oil boom came to North Dakota.  Tracy explained that when somebody like that has made up their mind to get in a fight, there is no reasoning with them or talking them out of it, it is better to teach them a lesson right away not to challenge you.  Cheryl listened to Tracy, and thought about what he was saying.  She asked Tracy if he considered that that guy might want to press assault charges.  Tracy said that he did not think that he would.

Cheryl was not rude, she was just not friendly, and she said that she did not want to talk anymore right now, and she ended the phone call.  On her drive back to Cheyenne, she thought to herself, I guess it wouldn’t matter to Tracy if he had assault charges filed against him and had to go to jail.  He works for his parent’s company, and he lives on his family’s farm, it is not like he would lose his job or his house.  It wouldn’t affect him at all.

Cheryl was not happy with Tracy.  But when she would think about what happened in the days following, it would occur to her that Tracy was not a coward, he was polite to her, respectful, and gentle.  He was not a worrier, a whiner, or a complainer.  He did have a lot of good qualities.

Tracy did not know what to think.  He did not know if he would ever see Cheryl again.  When he thought about her in the days following, he did remember how attractive and sophisticated Cheryl looked, and he missed her.

Western North Dakota Romance Novel, Chapters 27 & 28

Uncategorized, , , , , , ,

Chapter 27

In the morning, after all of the work crews had left the TnT Oilfield Service yard in Belfield, Tracy got out his digital camera and asked the company book keeper and administrative woman, to take a picture of him, sitting behind his desk.  In order to avoid too much suspicion and gossip, Tracy would have to wait until his younger sister got out of school and came to work, to then get her to take his picture out beside his truck.  This would have to take place before any of the work crews began returning to the company yard, he didn’t want them to see this going on.

At work, Tracy began to realize that if he were going to go on a date with that 36 year old woman in Gillette, he would have to look older, more professional, and Jewish.  Tracy did some internet searches to see what 30 year old professional men were wearing in New York City.  There was no time to order something off the internet, have it shipped, and have it not fit right.  He thought that he had better go to Herbergers in the Prairie Hills Mall to see if he could find something.  If not, he would have to drive the 120 miles to Bismarck.

When Tracy got off work at 6:00 p.m., he drove to the Prairie Hills Mall in Dickinson, and parked his truck on the west side, near the Herbergers entrance.  When he walked in, there was Rachel, who he had gone to high school with in Belfield, working at the cosmetics counter.  “Hey Tracy!” she said, “Are you here to buy something to wear at Amber and Cory’s wedding?”  Tracy said, “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe.”

Rachel had always thought that Tracy was handsome, but he was always serious, and appeared to be in a bad mood.  She had known Tracy ever since first grade.  In elementary school, she had seen that he was O.K. in sports, but in high school, he didn’t play football, basketball, baseball, or do wrestling.  He just went home after school.  She thought that maybe his father had him work after school, and wouldn’t let him play sports.  That is what happened to some kids in Belfeild.

Tracy had always thought that Rachel was pretty.  She was popular, and well liked.  He thought that she was a little silly, and not very serious about anything.  He could not relate to, or understand, people that did not see that there was something wrong with Belfield.  There were only about 1,000 people living around Belfield.  Why would anyone want to stay around Belfield?  He figured that she was one of those people, like Amber and Cory, that would get married right out of high school, have kids, and be stuck here for the rest of their lives.

Chapter 28

Tracy walked all around the men’s department in Herbergers to see what they had before he decided on anything.  He told the sales girl that he did not need any help when she asked, because he knew that her helping, would mean that she would start asking a bunch of questions.  Mostly what he had at home in his closet were western style shirts, mostly with checked or striped patterns, some with bright colors, Carhart jackets, and boots.  He did not want to look like a farmer or rancher on this date.

Tracy picked out two long sleeve, solid color dress shirts, one white, one light blue.  He picked out one very expensive dark grey Pierre Cardin wool coat, and one light grey wool blazer.  A black dress belt, and a brown dress belt.  A pair of black, and a pair of brown business dress shoes.  This was still North Dakota, and Wyoming, he was going to wear jeans.  He paid for everything that he picked out at Herbergers, $1,000, and then drove over to Runnings Farm & Fleet to buy two new pairs of dark blue denim Carhart jeans.  He felt better already.

The sales girl at Herbergers was very impressed at what Tracy had bought and how much money he had spent, like it was nothing.  She went over and talked to Rachel at the cosmetics counter after Tracy had left.  Rachel explained to her that Tracy worked at his father’s company TnT Oilfield Service, and that they probably were making a lot of money.  It did make an impression on Rachel, the things that Tracy was buying, and she wondered what Tracy was up to.  She had seen Tracy leave and get into a new silver Dodge 2500 mega cab 4×4 diesel truck, which she knew cost about $50,000.

(The characters in this novel are fictional, and are not based on real or actual persons.  The events in this novel are fictional. Any resemblance to real or actual persons, or actual events, is entirely coincidental.)