Single Girl's Guide to Living in a Ski Town

I'm living in a condo with 3 other women. One is 25 and is involved in a long distance relationship with her 30 year old boyfriend in Atlanta. The other 2 women are single. This makes for some PRETTY interesting conversation around the homestead. Just about every day we come home and report back if we saw anyone remotely attractive, interesting, clever or (gasp!) college educated (disclaimer: I am not saying that without a college degree you are not worth meeting, see the 'moving dirt' statement below for more on this). We're living in a small town, there are only so many men. But as the saying around these parts goes, “The odds are good, but the goods are odd”. This is, after all, Mantana. I believe it's a 10:1 male:female ratio. Sounds great, right? However, from what these ladies have seen over the past month, most of the quality men here in Big Sky are married. We catch sight of one who appears like a possibility and then..ouch! The rings around their fingers are nearly blinding. I suppose this is how it is anywhere when you hit your 30s, but in a speck on the map like Big Sky, that's magnified Xs 100.
There are, however, a lot of what Liz calls 'dudes'. These are the guys who when you ask what they do respond with things like, “Move snow in the winter. Move dirt in the summer”. These men are many. So what we look for is someone who is towards the top of the hierarchy. Management: Married. All of them. Administration: Mostly women. There are two men in administration that I know of. One appears straight when he's sober, but gay when he's drunk. I'm leaning towards the whole 'the truth comes out when you drink” theory. The other asked me to stop by one night to drink whiskey with him. I bailed on him to hang out with Liz and later found out he's a trust fund baby. Those who know me know that 'trust fund baby' isn't what usually turns me on. But it can't hurt. He's still around the way. Then we move into seasonal positions. At the top of the list is ski patrol. These guys (and gals) will be hauling my ass off the mountain this winter so I'm very nice to them (ie walking around the cafe throwing day old rice krispy treats at them. They appreciate this gesture greatly). They get to wear cool uniforms and carry radios. Whoo. Hoo. Then there's your ski instructors, food and beverage crew, day care workers, concierge and front desk. Followed by your parking services then shuttle drivers. And lastly, the lifties. I'm not sure why lifties get such a bad rap. But I was told yesterday by a former lifty, that lifties smell. Literally, they don't shower much and have sweaty feet. I swear, this conversation took place. These guys spend a lot of time in the cafe and while it's early in the season, I haven't had to fumigate the place just yet. We also have many construction workers, but I'm told once winter really hits, their work here is done.
These are our options, here in Mantana. Frightening, indeed.
Thankfully, the 3 single gals in the house appear to have different taste in men, so we shouldn't get involved in any cat fights over the Big Sky guys. I think we've decided to stick to short term hook ups with resort guests. Here today, gone tomorrow.
This is, after all, a temporary situation, right?