Boy, this is a tough one.  It's hard to discount the fact that when I was in New Orleans, I was spontaneously kissed by three beautiful strange girls in a 24 hour period.  This has never happened in Duluth, ever... So, I was led to believe southern girls were better, warmer, easier, whatever.  That said, there seems to be some respect or knowledge of this among the female artistes of Duluth, so maybe they will begin to emulate.  Perhaps Consuelo was simply hanging out at the wrong parties, still I can't help but empathize with his frustration herein, and congratulate him for seeking and finding easier girls in Denver. Don't take it personally he gave a giant collective middle finger to Duluth, it was more out of sexual frustration than to any given street corner, and that's okay.  Beautiful girls are a precious commodity, spoken for before they're taken, never spent a night alone.  Unheralded exotic beauties with charms and humors that haven't gone to their heads, are tough to find and hard to land.  And sometimes, a man gets beat down trying the fray of any given sausage fest. So, with all the fanny patting occuring on PDD over life in Duluth,  I try to remind myself that every scrap of America is beautiful to someone, and home... Everywhere is a place. Mating rituals, in the main, are how gods entertain. Life is like a box of chocolates.  

 I vote Rod Raymond for most eligible bachelor, I think it's his turn to get laid, for once.