Shopping at the Man Store
Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Life in the Third Degree.
Uh, oh. The secretâ€™s out. Other single women in their 30â€™s and 40â€™s now know the top spots to meet men. Thatâ€™s right: hardware stores.
Forget bars and blind dates and Internet dating services. Hardware stores have more in store than nuts and screws. Theyâ€™re a bargain basement of quality men and, well, fixer-uppers.
Thereâ€™s something for every girl, no matter what her needs. The beta female can find someone to take care of her with a wispy, helpless, â€œExcuse me, sir, but can you help me pick the right paint for my bedroom? Is there a difference in latex and satin and flat?â€
Then again the alpha female is on home turf. â€œExcuse me, you need to move to one side so I can get a better look at that chainsaw. My 16-inch just isnâ€™t powerful enough for me.â€
Trust me, any man who doesnâ€™t find it incongruous that a woman both paints her toenails and wields a mean chainsaw is worth a second look. Especially if she paints and wields simultaneously.
But I guess other women think the hardware store is a hot spot, too, now. On my last foray into the hardware storeâ€”where I spent two hours in the tile and lumber sections and held no less than eight separate conversations initiated by smiling, happy, seemingly intelligent menâ€”I noticed a preponderance of women in full make-up, mini-skirts, and high heelsâ€¦and near empty carts as they teetered about.
Me? I was in bike shorts and a paint-splattered T-shirt, a ponytail, and a stripe of aqua-green paint across my left cheek. I smelled of potting soil, paint, and motor oil. Yep, I was some manâ€™s dream, all right.