It's not actually raining men
What, are men just falling from the sky around your house? You walk outside to get the paper, one falls in your coffee mug, and you’re like “Damn it! Fine, I was going to try sit at home alone watching reruns of Sex and the City, but I guess I’ll go on a date with you, you good looking, funny, smart person.”
Are you walking down the street, somehow avoiding all the weirdos and whistles, only to be respectfully complimented by the one guy who still believes in romance in Manhattan? I bet he has a dog too, a mutt he rescued when he first moved to the city. Does he?! Don’t you lie to me!