According to one radical feminist saying, a woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle.It might be true. We don’t need a man to keep us. We don’t need a man to entertain us or to vote. We don’t need a man as the center of our universe. And thinking about it in the cold light of day, we don’t even need a man to have a decent orgasm.I’m far from being feminist, but everything seemed to be going so well for us until an alarming rumor of a statistical shortage of men started gaining currency. Some slightly perverse mathematical genius must have spread the rumor in the name of cosmic justice. Men, according to this genius, are so scarce that we women have to rush out and grab the first schmuck we find in the street. Suddenly the pressure is on. Suddenly we can’t even enjoy being on our own. Suddenly we start searching for a boyfriend – any old dork will do - rather than look miserable and ridiculous. Suddenly not even the vibrators can give us good vibes. Suddenly people look down on us as ugly, stupid, fat and wrinkled spinsters just because we don’t have a guy on our arm. But we’re smart girls! At some point we finally figure out that in the Singles´ Market men are far from being in short supply. What’s more, they’re just as traumatized as we are. Because it turns out that they’ve also embarked on the thankless search for their soulmate. Once we’ve realized this we grab a hook. And go fishing. On a bicycle?