How to flatter a working mother who’s been happily married to the same man for almost 15 years

By Catherine Durkin Robinson

PoHo contributor

Catherine Durkin Robinson is a handful creating quite a scene over at Out in Left Field.

From time to time, men hit on me.

Not a lot, but enough. How about that? I no longer repel.

Either smiling more than scowling, losing all that baby weight, getting in shape, figuring out what to do with my hair and discovering clothes that fit actually makes a difference, or middle-aged guys are goddamn desperate.

Going with desperate?

Perhaps.

One thing is for certain, most men in their 30s and 40s are no longer skilled in the art of seduction or flattery, if they ever were.

This article appears in Oct 15-21, 2009.