I watch movies and I count the number of women, because our stories don’t matter.”The men who thought of coming to this event and decided against it (if they exist) are missing out. The kind of women you imagine you might bump into at an art gallery.Katie Neal, a petite blond, found the event through a popular South Bay events website.He becomes incredibly gracious and debonair as he turns to exit the museum.“Oh no, no,” he says, bowing ever so slightly.“But thank you much.”Solomon turns back to the women, shrugging.“I tried,” she says, adding: “He was very polite.”Meanwhile, at another long table, women have been instructed to cut out quotes from printouts provided for that purpose.
”The man pauses, gathering his wits about him like a protective blanket.
” Solomon says, perking up and speaking a bit too loudly.
She signals with an exaggerated arm wave to Hogan, and then addresses the man from her spot at the table.“Are you here to draw? He turns and blinks his eyes like a fawn in high beams.
A few men walk past the picture window on Main Street, but none turns and enters.
Hogan, now sure that no surprise attendees are in store, finally breaks the ice by gathering the women together and stating the obvious.“I’m sorry.
He is probably in his mid-50s, but more important, he is well coifed, as if, maybe, he is here for a dating event.