Elle Macpherson can’t get a date. Certainly I, and anyone with eyes in his or her head, find this news difficult to believe. But, just for fun, let’s take her word for it and assume that a 6-foot former Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue cover girl dubbed “The Body” cannot get a living, breathing soul to take her to dinner and a movie.
“I just don’t get men hitting on me. It’s crazy — but apart from a brief romantic intermission last summer, I have been single and celibate for two years. How boring is that?”Now at first glance, her admission might seem like rather depressing news for pretty much all womankind. I mean, if the Body has nobody, what hope do the rest of us have? But, on second glance, I believe her problem is all in the approach.
“I’m a hopeless flirt. I’ll go up to a guy and say, ‘I think you are so beautiful,’ but it doesn’t work.”Ah-ha. Well, without commenting on the sanity of all these men who have turned her down, let me offer this simple nugget of advice.
Elle, go where you’re wanted. I know many, many, many, many, many women who would love to help you with your “problem.” And after Sirens and A Girl Thing, how much of a stretch would it be, really?
