Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.
At the urging of a friend, I’m subjecting myself to a so-called “speed date”, where you spend five minutes each with twenty different people, trying to decide who you’d like to see a second time for a real date. My question, of course, is what shoes should I wear? I want to look confident but approachable, sexy but demurely so. Please help.
Manolo says, the romance, it is not dead! It is only sleeping!
“So, what do you do,” asks the Shannon.
Number 1: “This and that,” says the pale man with the lank hair and incipient potbelly, “you know, the usual. Little of this, little of that. Whatever gets me by, eh?”
Number 8: “I work for a hedge fund,” says the handsome man with the beady eyes, “one that specializes in foreclosing on low-income residential properties in distress. I’m the one who makes sure that the deadbeats are tossed out into the street. Ha, ha, ha!”
Number 13: “Real estate, babay! Big money real estate!”
Number 17: “I owned the liquor store, with my cousin, Hamid. But, he is now in Guantanamo Bay.”
Number 20: “I’m a park ranger,” says the square-jawed fellow with the twinkling brown eyes, “It’s a good job. Gives me a lot of time to think, lots of time to work on my poetry. On the weekends, when I’m not running triathlons, I like to volunteer at an animal shelter.”
Ayyyy! Romance awakens from its slumber!
Here is the Glitter from the Kors by Michael Kors, the sexy-demure pump in the dark mushroom kid suede.