Won't you tell me like it is?
So, I was talking to Dale last night, and I came upon a revelation. I want to date a girl I meet in a bookstore. Picture this: there I am, browsing the drama section (because I can't go into a bookstore and NOT browse the drama section) and she comes up from behind me and is searching for some obscure novel written by someone who I would fall in love with during the start of our relationship. After I register that there is this attractive girl standing not 10 feet away, I chose to do one of two things. I could not do anything (which would probably be what I'd actually do if this weren't some pathetically romantic scenario I'm fabricating in my head) or I would smile at her and perhaps start some small talk. We'd chat about books, she'd notice the novels I had gathered to purchase, I'd ask what she was looking for. I'd offer a my services in helping her find it, and as payment request that I get her a cup of coffee from the cafe. She doesn't drink coffee, so we'd both order tea. Hers green. Mine black. From there? Who knows? Maybe marriage. Maybe heartbreak and pain. But I still just want to meet someone in a bookstore. Is that too much to ask?
I'm such a sap.
I'm such a sap.