Why am I single?
Because out of the billions of women on the face of the earth, not one of them is interested in me.
Granted, I have not met all of them, but, according to a recent poll, the women who I have not yet met said that they would not be interested in me if they did meet me. Well, one woman with a dressmaking shop said she would consider me as a mannequin on which to display her dresses, but when I refused to shave off my moustache, that option went out the window. Had her shop been in Italy, I could have retained the moustache, but, as luck would have it, her shop was in Barcelona, Spain. Such is life.