Bumblebee
Ski Diva Extraordinaire
Last season my best friend and I went to Banff for our ski fix. We figured two attractive independent women in their 30s would be a catch - we didn't expect romance of the century - but we did fancy a snog! ;)
Well first off the pickings were slim... barely out of teens australians *or* 40 year old guys up from Calgary having left the wives at home.
The youngsters were horrified when they found out how old we were and the older guys out of bounds.
So we were left with the handful of mid-20s-30s guys - however we came up against what we called the "Pikachu effect".
Men would look at us, give us the eye, but the minute they saw us ski they turned ashen and ignored us. Meanwhile we watched a girl with pink bunches and a Pikachu rucksack beat them off with the proverbial sh*tty stick!
Included in the Pikachu effect was my dopy sister skiing for the first time but scared of the chairlift and gave up after 4 days. Her wails of "but my neck hurts", baby pout in the bar etc. resulted in 7, yes SEVEN men walking her back to her hotel. My friend and I were left to stumble home on our own seperately.
Are we imagining the Pikachu effect of have others of you come across this?
Do we need to trade our Helly Hansen/North Face gear for something cute, fluffy & pink? When wee see a cute man should we immediately drop our poles, fall on our ar*es and giggle?
(This article is (mostly) tongue-in-cheek before I go offending anyone!)
Well first off the pickings were slim... barely out of teens australians *or* 40 year old guys up from Calgary having left the wives at home.
The youngsters were horrified when they found out how old we were and the older guys out of bounds.
So we were left with the handful of mid-20s-30s guys - however we came up against what we called the "Pikachu effect".
Men would look at us, give us the eye, but the minute they saw us ski they turned ashen and ignored us. Meanwhile we watched a girl with pink bunches and a Pikachu rucksack beat them off with the proverbial sh*tty stick!
Included in the Pikachu effect was my dopy sister skiing for the first time but scared of the chairlift and gave up after 4 days. Her wails of "but my neck hurts", baby pout in the bar etc. resulted in 7, yes SEVEN men walking her back to her hotel. My friend and I were left to stumble home on our own seperately.
Are we imagining the Pikachu effect of have others of you come across this?
Do we need to trade our Helly Hansen/North Face gear for something cute, fluffy & pink? When wee see a cute man should we immediately drop our poles, fall on our ar*es and giggle?
(This article is (mostly) tongue-in-cheek before I go offending anyone!)




