I'm not exactly a northern woman - I'm more of a middle-of-the-country woman, but I'll add my two cents. (And yes, despite the male name, the person behind Ray Silver is female, long story.)
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I'm a little disappointed after reading this thread. I've read many comments about "getting some booty", "one night stands" and similar things. It's irksome to hear that some guys (and girls) consider casual or semi-casual sex to be part of the dating scene.
Maybe it's just because I'm going into health care, but the thought that people are jumping in and out of bed with multiple partners (over the course of their life) scares the living daylights out of me. Remember health class, people? Did they ever make you guys see the slides of the results of STDs? (Or STIs as they're known now.) If you haven't ever seen those slides, please go to your local college bookstore and pick up a book on human diseases. Read the symptoms and look at the pictures. It may help you decide to keep your pants on next time.
I'm sorry if that came out a little strong, but there are
way too many potential negative consequences in this world to let "getting some" come before concern for one's own body.
I know that some people to take precautions, and some do not enter into a sexual relationship casually, but I don't think enough people understand the potential for danger. Please be aware, educate yourself.
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Ok, and back to the relationship issue.
I never actually dated in high school or junior high. Extreme shyness was my problem. Also, as I was too shy to seek guys out, if there even had been any subtle signals, they would have gone over my head. I definitely was a wallflower.
I had one guy express overt interest in me, but that was more because of his interest and desire for a "relationship," any relationship. I soon realized that I couldn't handle dating very well at all. I was involved in several time-consuming activities, and I really need a lot of time to myself. When I realized that I was dreading the weekends because my two days of free time were going to be "taken up" by "having" to go spend time with this guy, I got out fast. I didn't consider that "dating." I considered that a brief object lesson in guys not to go out with.
I went to my senior prom by asking a guy friend to take me, and aside from that dance and another (Sadie Hawkins-type dance) I went to every high school dance stag. So yes guys, aggressiveness is somewhat of a virtue. Not all girls have this mystical ability to pick up on your psychic "I want you" vibes. And remember, for the most part, it is more acceptable for a guy to ask a girl out than the other way around. If a guy can't get up the courage, most girls won't get up the courage to ask. The only reason I did so for prom was because... it was prom. I refused to go to prom stag.
Over a year ago I began a relationship on-line. It stemmed from mutual interest in gaming, which was a big mark in his favor. It went from IMs to phone calls and e-mails, and an eventual meeting (which have become several)

. When it became clear he had some interest in me beyond the fact that I was a gamer chick, I told him point blank that I have a degree in cluelessness when it comes to relationships. If he wanted to tell me something, I wasn't going to use my mystical female intuition to divine his intent. He was going to have to be obvious and overt or I was going to keep it cool.
There are plenty of girls who aren't on the dating scene. For instance, I'm in college. Where are the best college dating places? Parties in the frats and bars. Guess what, I'm not a greek and I don't drink. I can strike approximately three quarters of the university males off my list with that qualification.
Perhaps guys should try new dating grounds - like (for those in college) clubs. Most universities (particularly the public ones) have dozens, even hundreds of clubs, for any potential combination of interests. It would have been great had I found a guy in the kayak club, athletic training club, gaming club, or mountineering club. As it is, I ended up finding a guy through our favorite mutual hobby.