article re: how to meet a man, beach edition

via my new favorite website, beach.curbed.com (It's like Gawker meets the Hamptons)

When it comes to rich husband hunting, it isn’t just real estate which preaches the importance of location, location, location.

Some men will take the train out from Manhattan or the Hampton Jitney or Luxury Liner, and you may find yourself sitting next to an attractive available man, or you may find yourself sitting next to an arrogant jerk who thinks the cell phone policy is for everyone but him. One port of entry for the successful jet setter is literally where his jet sets down. I advise enterprising women to set up a Veuve Clicquot stand, sort of a grown up version of the lemonade stand, at East Hampton airport on a Friday night. Here our enterprising gal could greet the weary incoming executives with a nice cold glass of champagne and a warm inviting smile.

Many of the desirable high net worth men belong to the exclusive clubs in the Hamptons, but if you’re not a member, women wonder how to infiltrate the fortress. While you may not make it in the front door – their side flanks are vulnerable. Both the venerable East Hampton Maidstone Club and the Southampton Bathing Corporation have beachfront which is flanked by public beaches. There is no law preventing you from placing your own party just next to theirs. If you and your girlfriends can don flattering bikinis and create an exciting little goddess enclave, the men may leave their stuffy counterparts and come over to see what all the fun is about. Start up a volleyball game or set out a mouth watering picnic.

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