“Where are all the good men?” Local thirtysomething Maddison Moore asked the Velvet Hamster in a brief break between her third and fourth Hallmark movie of the day.
“I try to put myself out there to meet a decent guy but not one of them gets it,” Moore said pointing to the time she recently asked a man to bake with her and, despite intentionally dusting her face with flour, he didn’t wipe it off and romantically cradle her face but, instead, simply told her it was there and handed her a towel.
“I just don’t accept treatment like that.”
Potential suitors wishing to show up in a horse-drawn sleigh on Christmas Eve can find Madison on her couch in yoga pants.