Raining Men

She woke up. It was going to be a good day. She could feel it because the weather man told her that it was going to be raining men today.
She jumped up right out of bed and got ready immediately. Preparations need to be done. Extra preparations cause it is going to be raining men.
Showering. Carefully. Making sure to get every hair on her legs. It needed to be smooth so the guy she chooses will caress her legs. Rubbing her hair with shampoo so the scent of her with attract all the men that will fall. Washing her face, getting rid of all the blemishes that hindered all her natural beauty.
Dressing herself was the hardest part. The way she dressed herself was the most essential part for her. How was she suppose to attract her man?
She was pondering on her appearance. What do men like? The flirtly fun girl, who always wears dresses and bold colors? The bitch, who wore the best clothing and all the brand names? The horny slut, who only own tight fitted clothes and never enough clothing on her? Pondering was too much for her. She decided the classic look was for her. Tee Shirt and Jeans. It fit just right.
As she finished her final touches, she hear the noisy cloud showering over her block.
She ran out of her house, with her umbrella.
...
She stood there. Waiting for the cloud to drizzle and then pour out all different kinds of men. But unfortunately the weather man was wrong, the sun was the coming out. It had a smirk on his face. Depressed and heartbroken she walked back to her apartment. Another day the weather man was wrong. Cursed that weather man she thought. As she got her keys to her apartment. THUMP. Her prince charming crash on top of her. They both collapsed. There they laid, the perfect couple, unconscious.