A Tale of Two Crushes
Ever since I found out that you can go to a library and check out books, I've sttoped buying them; and when I realized that you can renew items online, I've been keeping them longer than necessary. And even when I found out that you can keep them beyond the due time and just get a fine, I've been keeping them way longer than any rational human being would. And I've also being paying hefty fines for such reckless behavior, of course.
And I also found out that the library hasn't stop me for going to Borders, B&N or Joseph-Beth to get a cup of coffee and help myself into one of their nice chairs and read whatever I feel like it, without bothering in pulling out my credit card and paying for it. Even magazines, scores of them have passed through my hands before someone with different priorities and values in life decides to buy them. I've also read few books in these places without even bothering to spend my very few greens not even in a glass of water -actually water is free.
And I also found out that there are cute librarians after all.
Thanks to those sabbatical laws that NC has pioneered and embraced with so much enthusiasm, every public-related thing in this red State opens after 1:00 PM on Sundays. And even a big chunk of all private businesses open after that magic hour when everybody in this Strange Land is suppose to leave church, sinless, and eager to dive in a sea of glut at their favorite eatery, some laziness throughout the afternoon, and perhaps some lust once the digestion is completed. So as the library is a public institution, they open their door to the general public -which includes this red haired foreigner- right at one o'clock.
Today I made my triumphant entrance to the library at some point after 2:00 PM and headed straight for the fiction section on the second floor of the building. My eyes were set on a copy of Neinsein's Stranger in Strange Land -yes, like this blog! After a couple minutes of disappointment when I thought the book might have been in the hands of some ignorant, irresponsible and church goer local suburban white bread plain vanilla piece of shit driving a pick up truck with a Confederate flag on the rear window, I found it. It was actually filed under Heinsein, and not under whatever the fuck I was trying to find it.
While walking around and browsing other books, a crush that I have further north came to my mind and off I went to find one of her favorite books. I had again hard time finding it because I was looking for it in the wrong place: letter M instead of letter G. When I finally made it to the right section, I found it, but didn't quite find it: the book was there, actually there were two copies of it, but both were in English. I believe that if you speak more than one language, you should always try to read a book in the language that it was originally written in; if you speak only one language, disavow what I've just said.
So I got upset due to that little fact and headed for the front desk downstairs, when suddenly I saw another crush that I have: a girl that works at the local branch of the library, a cute librarian! The truth of the matter is that I'd seen her before, and I was looking for a way to talk to her in a way that seemed casual; but as I don't hang out at the library that often and when I go there she'd been doing something else, or wasn't anywhere to be seen, the moment hadn't arrived.
Until today.
She was sitting by herself at the help desk when I approached her and asked her if she could help me with a book I was looking for [duh, that's her job]. After an exchange of smiles, more from me than from her, she offered to show me the location of the Spanish-language books. As I start walking behind her, she turns her head and says that those books are in one corner "hidden from everybody else". And for a split of a second I felt like being part of a raunchy porn movie where the characters exchange two sentences before getting busy with each other; sometimes in a hidden part of a local library. . .
So putting my feet back on earth and once we get to that "hidden place", I see that most of the books are for learning the language or just translations of computer stuff. I ask her if she sees any fiction books and we both search for a moment until she finds them in one of the knee-height shelves. We both bend over and realize that there's a handful of books, literally a handful: six books all together. We talked for a moment and I tell her the book that I'm looking for and she suggests that we can do some inter-library request. "That sounds like a great idea" -I reply and she gives me a smile. But she points out that we have to go back to her desk to use the computer and request it: not a good idea because then I realized, while we were heading back to her desk, that there was not gona be any sex in the library for me today. Dough on!
So we do the whole inter-library request and I learn that she knows a little bit of Spanish as she recognizes some words [kudos for her], even though she comes up with the wrong translation [one more extra kudos for trying hahaha]. She says that once they get the book they'll call me to let me know, but I reply that how about if she just gives me her cell phone number and I'll call her and that fuck that book and that let's cut through all this red tape and that let's jump into each other's arms and let's head to my condo to cuddle up together and then we can like you know we. . .
I mean, ahem [clear throat], I thank her in a very polite way for all her help, and she points out that the book will be arriving in the next couple of days. As I'm about to say good-bye, she reminds me that I have some unpaid fees and if I "would like to settle it now?" Fuck those late fees I say to myself, but tell her that "I'd love to". After getting out of my pocket eight greens plus some change, I wish her a nice day and start walking towards the stairs, the first floor, my little red missile in the parking lot and a big-O-lunch later that day.
Kind of an strange coincidence this afternoon's situation if you give it a thought: I was thinking about one crush and another one pops up. Really makes you think if we live in a world of coincidences or *some* things happen for a reason, like if they were part of a bigger plan. A topic for another post that's for sure; but isn't it odd that one crush lead me to another one?
And I also found out that the library hasn't stop me for going to Borders, B&N or Joseph-Beth to get a cup of coffee and help myself into one of their nice chairs and read whatever I feel like it, without bothering in pulling out my credit card and paying for it. Even magazines, scores of them have passed through my hands before someone with different priorities and values in life decides to buy them. I've also read few books in these places without even bothering to spend my very few greens not even in a glass of water -actually water is free.And I also found out that there are cute librarians after all.
Thanks to those sabbatical laws that NC has pioneered and embraced with so much enthusiasm, every public-related thing in this red State opens after 1:00 PM on Sundays. And even a big chunk of all private businesses open after that magic hour when everybody in this Strange Land is suppose to leave church, sinless, and eager to dive in a sea of glut at their favorite eatery, some laziness throughout the afternoon, and perhaps some lust once the digestion is completed. So as the library is a public institution, they open their door to the general public -which includes this red haired foreigner- right at one o'clock.
Today I made my triumphant entrance to the library at some point after 2:00 PM and headed straight for the fiction section on the second floor of the building. My eyes were set on a copy of Neinsein's Stranger in Strange Land -yes, like this blog! After a couple minutes of disappointment when I thought the book might have been in the hands of some ignorant, irresponsible and church goer local suburban white bread plain vanilla piece of shit driving a pick up truck with a Confederate flag on the rear window, I found it. It was actually filed under Heinsein, and not under whatever the fuck I was trying to find it.
While walking around and browsing other books, a crush that I have further north came to my mind and off I went to find one of her favorite books. I had again hard time finding it because I was looking for it in the wrong place: letter M instead of letter G. When I finally made it to the right section, I found it, but didn't quite find it: the book was there, actually there were two copies of it, but both were in English. I believe that if you speak more than one language, you should always try to read a book in the language that it was originally written in; if you speak only one language, disavow what I've just said.
So I got upset due to that little fact and headed for the front desk downstairs, when suddenly I saw another crush that I have: a girl that works at the local branch of the library, a cute librarian! The truth of the matter is that I'd seen her before, and I was looking for a way to talk to her in a way that seemed casual; but as I don't hang out at the library that often and when I go there she'd been doing something else, or wasn't anywhere to be seen, the moment hadn't arrived.
Until today.
She was sitting by herself at the help desk when I approached her and asked her if she could help me with a book I was looking for [duh, that's her job]. After an exchange of smiles, more from me than from her, she offered to show me the location of the Spanish-language books. As I start walking behind her, she turns her head and says that those books are in one corner "hidden from everybody else". And for a split of a second I felt like being part of a raunchy porn movie where the characters exchange two sentences before getting busy with each other; sometimes in a hidden part of a local library. . .
So putting my feet back on earth and once we get to that "hidden place", I see that most of the books are for learning the language or just translations of computer stuff. I ask her if she sees any fiction books and we both search for a moment until she finds them in one of the knee-height shelves. We both bend over and realize that there's a handful of books, literally a handful: six books all together. We talked for a moment and I tell her the book that I'm looking for and she suggests that we can do some inter-library request. "That sounds like a great idea" -I reply and she gives me a smile. But she points out that we have to go back to her desk to use the computer and request it: not a good idea because then I realized, while we were heading back to her desk, that there was not gona be any sex in the library for me today. Dough on!
So we do the whole inter-library request and I learn that she knows a little bit of Spanish as she recognizes some words [kudos for her], even though she comes up with the wrong translation [one more extra kudos for trying hahaha]. She says that once they get the book they'll call me to let me know, but I reply that how about if she just gives me her cell phone number and I'll call her and that fuck that book and that let's cut through all this red tape and that let's jump into each other's arms and let's head to my condo to cuddle up together and then we can like you know we. . .
I mean, ahem [clear throat], I thank her in a very polite way for all her help, and she points out that the book will be arriving in the next couple of days. As I'm about to say good-bye, she reminds me that I have some unpaid fees and if I "would like to settle it now?" Fuck those late fees I say to myself, but tell her that "I'd love to". After getting out of my pocket eight greens plus some change, I wish her a nice day and start walking towards the stairs, the first floor, my little red missile in the parking lot and a big-O-lunch later that day.
Kind of an strange coincidence this afternoon's situation if you give it a thought: I was thinking about one crush and another one pops up. Really makes you think if we live in a world of coincidences or *some* things happen for a reason, like if they were part of a bigger plan. A topic for another post that's for sure; but isn't it odd that one crush lead me to another one?
Jean-Francois was drunk at 11:57 PM
2 Comments:
je serai plus jeunne qu'elle, non?
what does "dough on" mean??? i mean, where did it come from?
Pourquoi toi faire croit que toi êtes plus jeune qu'elle? Or are you maybe thinking about someone else's [ex's] relationship?
As Sourthern people call cursing "profanity" and as they think that cursing will send them to hell, expressions like Goddamn has been softened as "dog gone!", or "dawg gone", or the more radical "dough on" if you're a real God fearing dude like Jean-Francois...
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