Friend or Fluke?

I was having dinner at a Chinese restaurant with my friend M. a few days ago, and after the usual chatter about work and people we knew, our conversation turned towards many girls' favorite topic: guys. She was expressing her frustration about her inability to find a good guy. She's smart, fun, good-looking... and why doesn't a guy out there notice? Usually, I would have been the first person to jump on that bandwagon and ramble on about how guys are retards and can't tell a whore from a princess and are intimidated by intelligence and don't understand the first thing about seeing a woman for who she is. And I tried to tell her all this, because I do believe it's true, but I couldn't get myself to mumble more than a few half-hearted phrases amidst bites of fried rice.

I wanted to tell her these things to make her feel better, because I knew she wanted to hear me say them... after all, that is what she had always heard me say... but I felt like such a fluke. Here I was, the exception to the rule -- the girl who did have a great guy. Who was I to attack men? I felt like a traitor to womanhood, and for a brief moment I wanted to give up Carter, simply for the sake of camaraderie. For so long, my role has been supporting female friends by expressing how I was in their same boat. Now, I felt like I was that annoying girlfriend who patted you on the back and said, "don't worry, you'll find a great guy too someday." The same one who "feels for you" and gives you the sympathetic look and tells you that "he's out there." How I cringe at the thought of becoming her! I can't be her! But how can I be a loyal, honest friend to the girls who mean the world to me without being a condescending "I-feel-for-you" motherfigure?