It was a dreary day, a day of wet, ripping winds and sidewalk puddles. My friend Kellie and I were heading for cocktails five rainy blocks from where we had parked. She had the adult umbrella, I had orange Nemo. It is a pleasant thing to walk with a large, finned fish above your head. But who knew how many men also like whimsy on a dark, gloomy day?
By the time we had gotten to where we were going, we had counted 16 as the number of men who called from cars, from doorways, from inside restaurants with their wives and kids. They yoo-hooed from across the street, up the street, down the street, everywhere we went.
Ladies, we’ve been going about it all wrong. Forget the Louboutins, the Jimmy Choos, the whatever it is you’re spending too much money on to bait, hook, and reel them in. Just grab a kid’s umbrella, pick a street, and wait for rain.