As I was reaching for something on the top shelf I heard "I'd never have pegged you as the pink wearing type. I looked over and it was one of the lasses that I've gotten to know. Now it took me a second to figure out what she was talking about after which I replied "Laundry day".
Now you know I couldn't let it pass so I asked her what she had me down as - I should have known better I know-. Wee bonny lass went on to give me a damn thesis on the most common color of my undergarments including the cut... see what had happened was I usually skip belting my jeans so if I reach up you'll catch a glimpse of the color. You'd have to be super observant to nail the cut though.
Anyway surfice it to say I was 1- slightly mortified 2- mildly curious as to why she'd take the time to figure all this out. So being the gentle lass that I am I introduced myself properly and asked her how long it had taken to figure this out. Turns out she's been throwing an eye in my direction since the beginning of summer ... I thought she was just being friendly since she gave no indications of being queer when I tried to sneak stuff into the conversations. Anyway the lass alas can move no further than acquaintance as I'm leaving the area soon.
Which brings me to the title of the post ... what is it with me and meeting women in the library? She is the second person I've met out here at the library - the first one happened to work in the same company as I did and I don't like my personal life to overlap with my work life.
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It is a well known fact that bookshops and libraries are an excellent place to meet nerdy intellectuals for dates. Or hot intellectuals. Or nerdy hot intellectuals. Maybe spend more time in your local queer bookshop/coffeehouse picking up books and you won't have to wonder. Funny story about the pink.
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