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1938 Dating Advice



I don’t know…

I think if I were to adjust my garter belt and stockings in front of my boyfriend, we’d be postponing dinner (if we made it there at all).

I mean, look at that dude’s face. He doesn’t look disgusted, annoyed, or otherwise disappointed.

I don’t think he’s worried about the loss of her allure. I think he’s thinking about something altogether different.

Like hauling her off to her boudoir and helping her, ahem, adjust her underthings.

Gotta love 1938 dating advice!


What’s some of the wackiest dating advice you’ve ever read or received?