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I was thinking about this just now.  The last four guys I’ve dated have been underemployed or unemployed—unstable, basically—just like me.  One guy was unemployed and bounced through traveling, friends’ apartments and his parents’ home; another lost his job and couldn’t pay rent; another was underemployed, doing odd jobs and had just moved back in with his mother—a boomerang child; and another waited tables at a dead-end restaurant and got fired during our stint.  I freelance here and there and collect unemployment while crashing in a friend’s spare room.  All that leads to the question:

Am I attracting what I put out?

Or are there just a lot of un(der)employed people roaming around New York?