Somewhere out there is a very happy garbage man.
And possibly a very fugly wife who is not being attended to.
Red Shoe Diaries, narrated by David Duchovny.
Yup. Yup we were.
... that just so happens to be exactly my type.
Notes.
You must give them to me.
NOW!
(Seriously. I have to ask... what do you do in a used book store for any length of time? I always feel like a tool just milling around looking at spines for stuff that I'm not interested in, and don't feel right just standing there reading something I've yet to pay for. But potentially hot women who are at least semi-literate is always a win, and daddy hasn't gotten any in a llloooonnnggg time)
Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels downloaded and about to be watched.
YES. SO MUCH. Walking down the street reading X rated letters. Brilliance. Although I had a theory that off camera that writer guy fucked his dog.
You shall be my wingman.
Just do exactly that. It's all about presence. Stop feeling like a tool and just sort of hang around browsing or reading a chapter or two of a random book. The sort of people that run those places don't generally care, especially if you happen to buy something eventually or grab the occasional cup of coffee they sell on the side. As for the women part, just make conversation. Helping people find a book is a great start. If you know your books, you can even have a conversation about it. Think your game shop trips, except you're the helpful one and eventually scoring happens.![]()