We women are a savvy lot.

We've learned how to go out and get our buzz on while sticking to a budget, and then taming the hangover early so it doesn't linger all weekend.

It's called a bottomless brunch, and it is possibly the best invention ever created … after shoes and the internet, obviously.

The only problem with this cracker of a social gathering is it stops us meeting the love of our life.

To put it bluntly, the bottomless brunch has become quite the c–k blocker.

You see, there is nothing we women love more than an unlimited drinks package served with breakfast food.

Eggs Benedict with a side of mimosa … yes please.

Crunchy hash browns paired with a salty margarita … delish.

Smoked salmon with a glass of rosé … well, pass the rosé but leave the smoked salmon, because that dish is rank.

But as food writer Karlie Rutherson recently stated in her Daily Telegraph column, the popularity of bottomless brunches has changed the dating scene, and not in a good way.

Stick with me and you will find out why.

With everyone harping on the current cost-of-living crisis, savvy restaurants are offering ridiculously cheap bottomless brunch packages that allow us to still catch up with our girlfriends and down those cocktails while sticking to a budget.

I know. Genius.

And better yet — we get to do it during the day, and then crash in the late afternoon, allowing us to down at least one carb-loaded dinner before an early night, resulting in us waking up far fresher than we would have if we got home in the early hours of that morning.

The downside to all this fabulousness is that men aren't at these brunches.

Nope — these nocturnal creatures prefer to go out at night.

You know, when there's football on in the background to distract them from our chat.

I know this for a fact because any time I've invited a bunch of blokes to brunch, I've got back a solid "No thanks."

Because brunch has such a feminine vibe to it, we've scared them all off.

And likewise, a night at the pub watching footy sounds bloody awful to many of us womenfolk.

Seriously, singletons, we've got to do better, because people are going home … alone.

Not a cheeky pash, awkward boob fondle or dry hump in sight.

It's outrageous and it's not on.