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Shopper’s shirt says she’s single

July 3, 2012
By ANDREW POTTER , Times-Republican

I saw the best T-Shirt at the grocery store last week.

Well, maybe it wasn't the best, but it was certainly the most unique one I've seen in quite a long time. A woman maybe in her 20s or 30s had the word "single" on it and then it proceeded to list a phone number. I am led to believe that it was her phone number that was being offered up to any man interested.

Yep, I saw it right there in the frozen food aisle - barely believing my eyes. I hope being a walking billboard for her single-hood gets her what she's looking for. Although it can be a little dangerous to do these days, I bet. I know it gave me a chuckle.

And, no, I didn't call the number. I was tempted to call it, just to see if I could hear it ring right there in the store.

People always say you'll never meet Mr. Right in the bars, that it's more likely to happen during a chance encounter at a place like a grocery store. I guess this woman was just trying to speed up that process a bit.

I'm not sure if a personalized shirt is cheaper than an account on a dating website, but it is far more original. Kudos to her for her courage, and she seemed like the type that likes that type of attention anyway.

I know when I was single I wasn't one of those people who wore that fact on my chest - literally or figuratively. I was pretty shy when it came to the opposite sex and preferred to take the safe route.

Some people love to go to a bar and blurt out "I'm single," but I was OK with playing it safe. It was an overriding fear of rejection that kept me from being too "out there" when I was out on the town with friends.

I have a friend who didn't fear rejection one bit, and would talk to about any girl he pleased - whether they liked it or not. I was amazed at his courage as well. Eventually, he too settled down, when he found the right one.

I guess I finally cracked when some mutual friends decided to hook my future wife and I up for a date. That's a little more safe as I trusted these friends.

The rest, as they say, is history.

It didn't start with a phone number on a shirt, but hey, to each their own.

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Reporter Andrew Potter is a Tuesday columnist for the Times-Republican. The views expressed in this column are personal views of the writer and don't necessarily reflect the views of the T-R. Contact Andrew Potter at 641-753-6611 or apotter@timesrepublican.com

 
 

 

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