When you need some, head to these area hot spots where Cupid never fails to strike.


FOR THE PHILLIES PHANATIC: Public House

Baseball season is upon us, which is great for sports fans and even better for the ladies looking to run the bases with a pro. Insiders report the men in red-and-white often kick it at this Logan Circle watering hole. Our buddy’s girlfriend even got hit on by Shane Victorino here last season. Score! Now that Chase and Shane are locked down, you might have to lower your standards to more of a Brett Meyers level, but worse-case scenario you could always try 32. Pat Burrell’s been waiting patiently in the women’s bathroom since 2003.


FOR THE FORMER FRAT BRO: Kildare’s
  So it turns out that life after college ain’t so great. Living in the ‘rents basement. A mind-numbing nine-to-five job. And for chrissakes, why is it so hard to get some decent GHB all of a sudden? We feel your pain, bro. You were the man back at Temple/Penn/KKF, but now you’re just another office drone counting down the minutes 'till Friday. If you need a trip down memory lane to revisit that shell of your former self, cruise 76 out to Manayunk. Even though you’ve been out of the scene for a few semesters, impressionable young hotties still teem Kildare’s handsome, wood-paneled Main Street pub like rats scurrying from the riverbank. Just remember PSYC-001, man: Chicks are biologically hard-wired to dig older dudes. Ask them their major and introduce yourself as Jeff, the manager of The Attic.


FOR THE CHERRY HILL COUGAR: Positano Coast
Attention, ladies of the 856: Are you freshly divorced/separated/widowed/out for revenge on your two-timing Cozen-O’Connell lawyer husband? Then Positano Coast is the spot for you. Squeeze into your teen daughter’s D&G jeans and grab the oversized Coach purse, cause you’ll probably leave this sunny, sexy, Amalfi-themed aerie with a phone book fulla' digits. Swarthy servers speak with accents and the youthful Euro clientele looks like they just stepped off the pages of Italian Vogue. It doesn’t hurt that if on the off chance you strike out, Positano’s food is almost as tasty as their cocktails (creamy Limoncello Lemon Drop, anyone?), and it’s right across the street from the Ritz, where you catch those indie flicks you claim to enjoy with a refreshing nighttime cappuccino. That’s amore, mama.


FOR THE SCENESTER: Pearl
Pass the army of doormen with Kenmore shoulders into the white-on-white first-floor lounge and continue up the staircase to where Philly’s pretty young things are getting busy. Recession be damned! It’s all about skinny ties and designer cocktails at Pearl, quick on the heels of Vango and G. Planetary chandeliers and sweeping banquettes color the club’s inner sanctum, a second-floor VIP that’s bottle service only. DJs spin house, hip-hop and top 40 remixes. Go on, get busy.