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An apple, ladies.
A damn apple made more guys stop me than my J.Lo behind in leather leggings with my highest heels on.
A piece of fruit.
What you pick in the fall.
What put Snow White to sleep for god's sake.
Single girls - we have been missing out. I have been missing out. Who knew that carrying a low-calorie snack in your purse could serve as such a conversation starter or sorts with the Indians home opener crowd.
I did one lap looking for my friends and counted five guys who stopped me to ask if they could bite my apple, ask me where they could get an apple or try to pry it from my hands.
Maybe it had something to do with it being 65 degrees or that I was clad in head to toe casual (and approachable as my friend pointed out) Indians gear or that these boys had likely been drinking for the past seven hours and were up for anything but however you slice it, I recommend trying out this tactic at your next happy hour, baseball game or girls' night out.
If you bring it, they will come ladies. They will come.
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