After reading the article, I decided the only thing worse than the singles scene in Atlanta is listening to a bunch of club-hopping, Prada-wearing, designer-cocktail-sipping, SUV-driving, Botox-shooting, Buckhead yuppies bitch about the singles scene in Atlanta.
...Ironically, despite the sorry state of my love life and the unlikelihood of it improving anytime soon (the article was just lists of bars to go to, I've tried going to bars and I never meet anyone, just sit there looking awkward, and I've got more interesting things to do), I actually felt kinda lucky after reading the article. So I'm not rail-thin and gorgeous. It's actually a pretty effective way of weeding out most of the really-unpleasant-for-a-number-of-reason