Manchester is a good place for many things. Culture: we’re pretty good on that, all the art and stuff. Shopping: lots of shops. Bars and clubs: a good night out is never too far away on the slippery streets of Manchester. Football: lots of people seem to make quite a fuss of this every now and again, so I’m guessing that’s a good thing. Music: forgetting the Madchester/Hacienda days (we get it – it was good fun) Manchester’s pretty good on the old music now too – decent venues, a good ’scene’ and a band or two who sound all right. Finding love: err … what?
This is exactly what one young lady has done, a certain Jennifer Grace Cook; all the way from the good ol’ US of A, California in fact, to find love in Manchester. She’s here for six months. This poses many questions, the most immediate being: Why? The next immediate being: Why Manchester? The next (you get the idea): What’s wrong with America? And lastly, how?
All of these, and more, have been handily answered by the lady herself through her blog, twitter account and the few press things she’s done in the last week or two – used, presumably, to enhance her chances of finding ‘love’ and not just sitting around Manchester on her own for the next six months, which would be pretty pointless and completely un-newsworthy (although the MEN would probably still cover it). Through these sources, we have the following snippets of information from the Manchester Love Seeker (as we’re now calling her – MLS for short.)
“I gave up my home of 18 years in Los Angeles, sold most of my things, put those things I value into storage said farewell to my family and friends and have come to a city in a foreign country where I have no friends and no history. All I have is what I’d like to think is the most noble of intentions. I have come to Manchester to find my future.”
Translation: she got bored of American men and wanted a long holiday so thought up this genius idea to get her a) out of America and b) make it look like she’s sort of working, in an intrepid journalist sort of way, while basically being on the pull. Bravo, we say. We’re also given this:
“I have no idea where or how we will meet. I have no idea how this journey will end but it will end with a beginning and I think it’s going to be kind of fun.”
It’s all a little over-egged for our liking, but we appreciate the sentiment and it’s fair enough – we like doing stuff cos it’s fun too, so why not. We thought we’d put ourselves in your shoes and come up with some ideas of what we might do if we were in your position. Consider this a sort of ‘insider’s guide’. A Guide to the Inside, if you will.
Getting to know the city
Manchester is best seen either on foot or bicycle, so get a bike or some feet and go exploring. If you end up in a largely deserted estate, many of the houses boarded up and a pub that looks like it shut years ago but is actually open, that’s the point – real life!
NB: Don’t go in the pub.
Where to meet men
OK, our list isn’t exhaustive, we’ll give you that, but we thought we’d cut to the chase. Bars and that, mainly. You could wander round an art gallery, smile coyly at the bearded young man sizing up a post-modern sculpture and hope that he massages you into a conversation about working with wood and the vulnerability of aluminium, but you’ll probably end up hitching a lift to the Northern Quarter on the back of his fixie and drinking fruit beer while someone plays a banjo in a corner.
NB – If this is your idea of fun, obviously hit those galleries!
Otherwise … oh, who are we kidding, we’ve no idea where you’d go to find love in Manchester. There’s no formula to it – just live your life in this wonderful, rainy, grey, inspiring, lively, beautiful city for a while – something will happen soon enough.