I've been eating a lot of spinach lately. I put it in my fruit smoothies. I eat it on all of my pizza. Good stuff. It makes me feel like I'm a relatively healthy person, and I guarantee that my sister gets deliriously happy every time I eat it.
So today, this totally cute guy at the rescue mission thrift store said "Hello" to me, then said, "You're a regular. I've seen you before...Do you mind my asking your name?"
"Uh [what is happening?]. Megan."
That was pretty much the end of the conversation, but I definitely was impressed that he just came out and asked. I'm a sucker for men who speak to me. It's become more difficult lately. The whole masters degree thing doesn't exactly work in my favor. I'm tall, always thinking and using big words, and now I have an advanced degree. I'm stuck between men too intimidated to believe they could be with me, and men too narcissistic to make me happy.
Oh dear. Maybe I'll marry spinach.
Or you could ask thrift store guy for his name...and a coffee. You already have two points going for you - he likes thrift - and obviously is interested. The thrift thing alone gives him points in my books (it is extremely difficult to find a man who understands loving thrift - still working on hubbs)
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