Tuesday, June 20, 2006


opening up

This evening I was descending some steps, and there was a homeless man at the bottom, holding a nearly empty cup. I wore my usual look of concentration and somewhat severity, though for once, my mind was full of things that I was worrying and thinking about. And shooting straight to the top of that list, at the moment, was regret at not having money for yet another poor person in the path.

I looked up, and the homeless man looked at my face and asked me what was wrong. Surprised, I said that it was nothing, that I was worried about tripping on the steps. I may have been imagining it, but it almost seemed as though his face fell a bit - whether it was because he had cared about someone thinking something stupid, or if it was because he knew I wasn't telling the truth, I don't know.

Then, at the library, I got a book to check out (The Hunchback of Notre Dame), and then I went to the book sale carts. After looking through, I picked out three. According to the price tags, the total should have been $3.50. I got to the counter, and gave a $10 bill to pay (because I'm such a high roller), and the guy went to get change.

He came back, changeless, and told me that I could have the books for free. I asked him if he was sure, and he said yes, and sorta gruffly pushed the bundle to my side of the counter. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I took them, thanking him profusely.

what are the titles of the three free book? You're killing me...
Do women find male librarians sexy?

Anon: very interesting! I had listed them, but thought it ruined the flow of the story. Here you go :-)
- Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, by Robert Pirsig
- Frost on my Moustache: the Arctic Exploits of a Lord and Loafer, by Tim Moore
- and...um...I can't remember the title or author, and I'm not finding it online. But it's a book about an American traveling in the Middle East, and facing stereotypes that people have about Americans, and facing the stereotypes that we have about the Middle East, all with humor and delight and whatnot. I'll look at it when I get back to my apt tonight!

Wombat: surely. not the one from last night, but there are definitely sexy male librarians.

I think. I've never seen one. But really, there must be one or two. Right?

Well, thinking about it, I don't think the immediate response to a male librarian would be to be overwhelmed by his smoldering sexiness as he peruses the card catalog. He would be this fascinating person that you develop this crush on, and are dying to get to know him...and if you do, then he shows his sexiness. But he doesn't flaunt it like Fabio in heat.

*note to self: must change libraries until I find my new dream man.*
AUGH GOD I had to read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance for summer reading once and I went OUT of my mind it was so boring!! but um haha enjoy it!
...smoldering sexiness as he peruses the card catalog.

Here's your man then. Smouldering indeed.

Tans: Argh!! I had remembered that you read it...but I thought that you loved it, haha. There goes the memory! At least it was free. If I don't like it, I'll chuck it at the nearest motorcyclist. muahaha.

Womb: I was about to say that I could work with that (he showed promise! somewhere in there!)...but then I got to the bottom, and it says that he hated black people, was anti-semitic, and was against women's rights. What a charmer!
Whoops, I didn't read that far. Sorry to set you up with such a loser, Meg.

anon: Sandstorms: Days and Nights in Arabia, by Peter Theroux

womb: it's all good...he has a pretty impressive resume up until that point!
Am I the only one who gets a bit freaked out when Meg refers to Wombat as "Womb"?
JC: hahahaha YES! It freaks me out too, actually. but every guy has a nickname, and "bat" is just too common. How do you think you became JC?

(well, you might have had that nickname before...but me and E called you that on our own, without knowing of pre-existence of nickname.)

Hell, not even just every guy. Anonymous is anon. Caitlin is Tans. My bro is Bub. Melanie is Mel. CP is CMent. The guy that we harass at the bar is PJ.
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