Saturday. March 30, 2013.
Back at Barnes & Noble. Three artistic and intellectul looking women in their early twenties are discussing their flirtation techniques, telling horror stories, exchanging pointers. One, a brunette with long henna-ed curls and a striking profile, wearing a leather flight jacket, a brightly colored scarf that reaches below her waist, and clay-colored ankle boots with very high heels, says:
“I’m really bad at flirting. I feel like when I flirt with guys it either comes off like I hate them or I want to take them home and wear their skin.”