Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
Two years after a fairly painful divorce, I’ve decided that it’s time to get back out there and try again. In other words, I’m going out on a date with a gentleman I met online. (We’ve already met for coffee during the daylight hours, so the preliminaries are out of the way.) What I need for this date, however, is a good looking, feminine shoe with a bit of a heel, something that is not too overtly sexy. Please help.
Manolo says, such are the mores and customs of the modern world! Once we relied upon the nosey neighborhood busybodies in colorful headscarves to find us our suitable mates.
“Ethel, I have found the perfect gentleman for your daughter,” said Mrs. Grabblefarb the Matchmaker, the stout woman who favored bright colors, and whom your mother most often encountered at the fishmonger’s shop.
“Oh, I do hope he’s better than the last one, Esther,” answered Mama, making reference to the recent attempt to pair you with the 54-year-old, never-married streetcar conductor.
“This one? He’s a podiatrist, and a widower. Such a catch,” she answered, fingering the large carp whose price had been greatly reduced.
Now, of the course, we rely upon computers to bring us outdated pictures of unknown peoples, safe in the knowledge that such advanced technology is clearly superior to the old ways.
Look! Here is the aptly named Secret Love from Nanette Lapore. Feminine and attractive without being crass.