The Ivy Pinkerton Files: "Sox in the City"

 

From New York, Ivy reports:

I have been a bit delinquent in posting. What can I say? There are too many things to write about. I’ve been stymied by the multitude of fashion nuggets thrust upon us this season. Wedges? Black and white stripes? Eyelet? Metallic shoes redux?

Instead, I am compelled to post on a more metaphysical topic: the potential influence of baseball teams on mating. Huh? Let me explain. I have uncovered a phenomenon of which all single Manhattan women should take note. If you are looking to meet more men, don’t buy a puppy (pooper scooping is not chic, anyhow), wear a Red Sox T-shirt.

I was given a Red Sox T-shirt by my husband. Knowing next to nothing about baseball, I wore it around Manhattan and was amazed how many men spoke to me – at the bakery, post office, park, wine shop – every where I went some man would strike up conversation mentioning such foreign words as “Bonds”, ”innings”, ”outs”, and “frozen rope”, whatever the heck that is. It dawned on me that this is a total guy-magnet conversation starter. For those who don’t know, the Red Sox are totally hated by Yankees fans, which make up approximately 90% of Manhattan single men.

Being happily married, I had to tell my single girlfriends because I knew I was really on to something. In fact, I bought one dear friend a Red Sox shirt and had her report back. She says: “Suffice it to say, it worked a super-powered magnetic charm. I would say that I met more men in those three hours then in three months of wearing ‘party tops’ and four inch heels”.

Ladies, take note. Throw out your Jeter shirt – it’s not special. Manhattan men respond to controversy. You’ll get more interest with your contrarian stance – go Varitek! Go Ortiz! Go Manny! Go get your Red Sox T-shirt now. --IP