My Graduate Daughter who just Can't find a Man

It's the dilemma of the times. The colleges and universities, polytechnics and evening classes are streaming with women looking to improve themselves. Women who once waited at home for their boyfriends, who did come home to impregnate them, have now decided that despite the children being still young, they are going to evening classes, college and universities to improve themselves.
 But education is an eye opener, and perhaps this is precisely why some men balk at the very idea of their women going off to university, college or classes. They imagine these women are going to associate with men who are articulate, ambitious and have wider interests than they do, and that they will lose the woman, and quite often they do lose them.
 I remember sitting in one of my very first classes at The University of the West Indies Cave Hill Campus. The lecturer announced that by the time the ladies in the class completed their degrees, some of them would be man-less, meaning that they and their boyfriends were not going to be boyfriend and girlfriend any longer.  Education does not always unite, it could also be a separator of men from their women.
 My lovely daughter, articulate, sociable and always as sharp as lightning, was destined for university since she was a blob in her mother's womb. Since she was in high school she though fellows in her class were nincompoops (most bright girls think the fellows in their class are nincompoops). Brilliant women seem to recognize quite early that they may have to tolerate men solely for the purpose of procreation, as men are (in their estimation, based on their observation) really not much good at much more.
 When my daughter asked me what I thought of same sex relationships between women, the only emotion I felt was a sort of numbing pleasure that she felt she could discuss anything at all on the planet with me. Her basic problem was that all of the sensible, articulate, intelligent and ambitious men- men who did not feel that hugging the street corner clinging to an increasingly warming bottle of alcohol was the ultimate representation of manhood- were either married, or in serious relationships and looking to marry their women.
 I felt like advising her to look around in the church she attended, but having been there several times looking silently around on her behalf, in my head, I decided against it.