Blue Cheese

My newly married friend Queen Celeste couldn't help herself. She craved a girl's night - the comraderie of single gal pals and the joys of alcohol - together. A good man is a good thing, but you can't talk smack with a man the way you can with your friends. It's a "Sex and the City" thing. And, we're ladies who have seen all 5 seasons.

We all understood.

But, to sweeten the evening's out proposal, she promised to pick a cocktailing spot with plenty of "cute boys in suits." Her bar selection: Ulysses, a hot spot close enough to Goldman Sachs and other sundry Wall Street firms that we were assured a selection of what my friend Joy calls "blue cheese" (i.e., guys in blue button down shirts and chinos). We weren't dissapointed (as evidenced by the photo above).

However, blue cheese seemed to lack appeal. None of us felt the least bit like flirting - We preferred to talk amongst ourselves while sipping on brewskies and vino. We preferred swapping soap opera work sagas and sharing ribald dating tales.

It all just leaves me wondering this: What kind of cheese would describe the kind of men that we are really looking for? Gruyere? Cheddar? Tallegio? If readers have any thoughts in the dairy dreamboat department, please share...