This is true across America, almost without exception (single women outnumber men in a half-dozen cities). Brownstone Brooklyn, the closest my borough has to a Manhattan, is ⑤, sporting about 20% more women than men.
Young writer and pal Cody Delistraty offers his own tale.
It was three years ago that I went on my first date with a French girl.
For the past half-dozen years I’ve been fighting an easily-mapped battle about the shortage of eligible bachelors in New York City.
Straight, single women claim there’s no men, I wave around some data saying otherwise, and then we all have a fun time figuring out where the guys are hiding. My refutation of every single New York woman’s experience was such a Thing that Except, of course, I was completely (kind of) wrong.
The self-described “bi-coastal but not in a gay way” guy who didn’t come home one night because he’d passed out in a planter underneath the Manhattan Bridge. “He doesn’t deserve you,” they would say, my own Greek chorus.