thrift stores

Warning: Unsolicited Dating Advice From Early 20s Male

if you’re male, and you’re single, and you’ve got no plans for the weekend, maybe go to a thrift store. any thrift store. preferably in a city. capitol hill. u district. whatever. the girls shopping there are probably are single, or else they’d be with their boyfriend on saturday, and they’re also probably bored/aimless, or they wouldn’t be at a thrift store, and they’re also probably open minded and not high maintenance and also not concerned with “looking poor,” or else they wouldn’t be at a thrift store. and they’re likely not satisfied with how they look (who is), so they need more clothes, which is why they’re at a thrift store. some of them are practically begging to accidentally bump in to you, if you’re cute. so obviously, be attractive first, but if you are, and you see no natural way to “meet girls,” take whatever puts you in a social mood and go to some thrift stores on a weekend and just browse. 

but what do i say to her? anything. hey, hows this hat on me. im trying to get a second opinion. hey, you think these tv’s actually work? hey, you know how to open this thing? hey, i like your shoes. hey, i don’t usually say this, but i like your style. reminds me of a different time. i bet you listen to old music too. yeah? me too.


most of these conversations go nowhere. that’s fine. at least you gave it a chance. every once in a while the conversation will go somewhere, and you’ll get better at thinking of things to say (most girls are really good at small talk because they get trapped in these conversations a lot and many of the bored lonely ones even enjoy it and look forward to it which is why they go out alone into the scary busy city on a Sunday), and you’ll learn when to escalate, when to share your phone number and deploy some “i’ll hit you up if X” type shit which, if you decide so, might actually be true. 

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