Tuesday, April 23rd, 2013
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"Hey Foxy!" Inside The Oil Boom's Amazing Bachelor Boom

I was barely a moment inside Walmart, studying the cucumbers and avocados, when a middle-aged man came up to say hi.

We started talking about the oil boom sweeping Williston, North Dakota. He said his coworkers were losing it out here in the middle of nowhere. Maybe he would lose it too.

"You gotta really be focused on your shit," he said. "And it's hard. And on that note, that's why you should let me take you to dinner."

I declined. He called later that evening to ask me on a date. He said he'd take me to Pizza Hut. I was not pining for a rendezvous with a roustabout that I did not know, so I invented other plans. He phoned twice more.

Other women in Williston warned me this would happen. They said they couldn't go anywhere alone without receiving an offer of some kind from an oil worker. They said the 24-hour retailer on Route 2 was the worst. The parking lot was crammed with cars bearing license plates from dozens of states, any time of day, as guys poured in from all over the country to make their fortune.

Working in Minneapolis, I'd come across stories about the wild impact of the discovery of billions of barrels of oil in western North Dakota. The high-paying jobs. Once quiet farm roads now straining with traffic. Crime. Rents on par with Manhattan.

And another remarkable effect that only came into focus when I visited Williston myself: an influx of men—single men, married men, overworked men, lonely men, men with big dreams, men who keep their heads down and men who cause trouble—has made it an overwhelming place to be female.

The ratio of men to women is nearly a legend. Some say it's two or three to one. One drunk man on the dance floor at DK's Lounge and Casino swore up and down to me that it was 153 to one. Married or single, ugly or beautiful, old or young, a woman here is in high demand.

I drove 10 hours west from Minneapolis after a friend of friend, Ben Harp, helped set me up with a place to stay and offered to show me around. He told me to meet him in the Walmart parking lot.
"You should see what I'm hitting on," was the first thing he said to me.

In a country accent, the young oil worker from Idaho relayed how the night before, he was out at a bar called Champs, drunkenly flirting with a 53-year-old woman—hey, there weren't a lot of options that night—when she punched him in the face.

There was too much competition anyway.

"You have to be alpha to the max around here," Harp said.

He didn't even go out much anymore because too many guys at the bars were eager to get into fights. It wasn't worth it.

We picked up a friend and then headed to Applebee's for dinner. "That's the hotspot," said Harp. "It's got the cutest chicks in town. The food's terrible, and the service sucks, but… there's no other place to go."

Later in the night we headed to the only two strip clubs in town. They sit right next to each other on Main Street, near the train tracks, and infamously fly in women in from all over the country to work a week or so before rotating them out for new ones.

At Heartbreakers, we ran into Crystal, a twenty-something girl that Harp knew. Five guys were pursuing her, she said. She rolled her eyes. Some offered to take her on shopping sprees to the outlet malls, two hours away in Minot. But why bother?

"It's a fat girl's paradise," said Crystal, who was thin.

In Williston, the women sometimes sounded like stereotypical men—casual about committing, feeling no pressure to lock a guy down—while the men sat around like aging, anxious single women fretting that the opposite sex had too many choices.

"There's women out there that their personality may be fine, but their looks are not, and yet they still got three guys looking for them," complained one oil worker named Glenn. "There's some of them that play games—this guy is my boyfriend this week, and that guy is my boyfriend next week."

At Whispers, the other strip club, Williston native Colt Treffry shared a story that sounded lifted from a country song: a man who came from Colorado to work the oil fields stole his wife away.
His wife had been at a bachelorette party at DK's. Then this guy came up to her, and, "he said, ‘You're the most beautiful thing I ever saw,'" Treffry said. "I guess that's what got her."

"Guys are hitting on girls 24/7," Treffry said. He has a new girlfriend now. "I could be sitting right next to her in the bar and a guy will come up and say, ‘Hey, you wanna come with us?'… There's too many guys compared to women out here."

The average annual wage in the county is $77,000. (The average wage in the state is pretty close to half that.) No college degree needed.

"That's how most guys start off," said Rob Strouf, a friend of Treffry's: "'I work for Halliburton, how you doing?'"

In 2000, the census put the town's population at about 12,000. Some estimates put it at 30,000 today, and the police force has more work to do. Overall, calls for police service have tripled. Police calls for fights have risen two and a half times since 2009. Domestic dispute calls have increased one and a half times. Sexual assault cases have fallen slightly, although plenty of women don't feel safe.

At least three guys a day have tried to get Heather Montgomery, an employee at a staffing agency for oil companies, to go on a date with them. She had to order one man out of her office.

"He was young, he wasn't bad looking," Montgomery said. "It's just, my God, the way he came on to me! He said he was going to stalk me on Facebook until my status changed to single."

One man got the wrong idea when Keri Boda helped him find a frying pan. She was working as a saleswoman at the time. He asked her out for coffee.

"I said, 'No thank you, I'm married,' and he goes, ‘Well, don't let that stop you,' and I said, 'I think I will," said Boda. She now works at the library. "It made me nervous. He would come back a lot and ask for me and I would go hide."

One guy from Alaska, stopping in Williston from Minot, boasted to me at Whispers that he had bedded three girls since moving to North Dakota nine months earlier.

"Hey foxy!" he texted me later. "Matt here, come visit me." Minot and its outlet malls were not sufficiently tempting.

Another man I interviewed later called and called. When I finally picked up, he said it was just nice to meet me, and he asked how I was doing.

"HELLO HOW YOU DOING TODAY," he texted me later.

At third guy messaged me after I left town to say he would come visit. I told him he was too old. "Lol I'm 50 but fun lol," he texted.

Such attention wasn't frightening for me, the way some women I spoke with felt. It wasn't flattering, either. It was about being a woman in a place where women could be in demand as much as the oil.




Maya Rao is a staff writer for the Minneapolis Star Tribune. North Dakota photo by Wes Peck.



10 Comments / Post A Comment

davidwatts (#72)

this is amazing, thank you. Do they have so much money there that they're even employing journalists? Or are they not that dumb?

jhjhjhj (#7,025)

"Because you're pretty to me anyway baby,"

(Sorry, loved the article, but the slug killed me).

Leigh Ann@twitter (#243,339)

Sent this article to my dad who has family land in this part of ND. We had a minor IT crisis when he clicked through a link in the article. Why on earth do you have a link to exoticdancers.net embedded?

Sean Lai (#14,158)

@Leigh Ann@twitter It links to the story on the exoticdancers.net forum which states that the strip clubs fly in women regularly.

Wow! A 53-year-old woman! Practically DEAD. Good thing he didn't have to settle for an old hag like Jamie Lee Curtis or Emma Thompson or Meryl Streep. (I have no difficulty imagining any of these fabulous women punching the guy out.)

sunnyciegos (#551)

I'm feeling deja-vuey – hasn't a very similar story to this been published (not in the Awl) but in the Washington Post (about Alaska) and someplace else I can't remember but definitely about Willston? The second one I remember being a bit more menacing – women were afraid to walk alone because so many men would approach them.

Maevemealone (#968)

@sunnyciegos Yes, slight tonal shift, but basically exact same story. Also, I always find these tales fascinating: creepy guy hitting on me in random place, then he called me four times/persistently. How did he get your number if you turned down the date?

Maevemealone (#968)

@sunnyciegos Yes, slight tonal shift, but basically exact same story. Also, I always find these tales fascinating: creepy guy hitting on me in random place, then he called me four times/persistently. How did he get your number if you turned down the date?

This is sort of similar to what's happening in my hometown in Pennsylvania because of the Marcellus Shale stuff. I moved home the summer after college and went out to a local bar with my high school friends, and it was suddenly full of guys from Texas wearing huge cowboy hats throwing around cash like the world was going to end. I'm not used to being hit on, and one of their pick up lines was so bad, I laughed until I cried, right in front of him. It was just ridiculous; he was trying to be so smooth. My high school friends, most of whom had not left our hometown and were now used to this, played them like a fiddle. I was in awe. Poor local guys didn't have a chance, until my hometown realized that most of these cowboys also have raging addictions, mostly to heroin. The drug dealers are happy, at least.

liveinthenow2014 (#266,126)

This article is completely ridiculous, not all men in williston or working in the oil boom act like this. A small percentage do and people make a huge deal out of it, I personally work on the rigs and have competed in beauty pageants. I feel perfectly safe on the rigs, I work right outside of williston.. you get a select creepy comments but most guys are very respectful family men out here earning a living like everyone else. A lot of girls go to williston looking for attention, just like anywhere.. if you dress a certain way, you will always get attention from men. I would never be scared of being raped out here. I get spoiled more than anything else. Stop blowing it out of proportion.

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