I love books. I love to read. And I love libraries.
I can’t believe I’ve lived here for two years and have not gotten a library card. I recently corrected this horrendous problem and as I wandered through the aisles, checking out books, I couldn’t help but wander through the aisles checking out men.
Sure, it’s no Beerfest, but if you long for a literate then the library might be the place to go. I think the key to meeting someone is to have fun and pursue your interests. But honestly, I didn’t expect the library to be a gold mine of guys.
It was a hot weekend afternoon, for crying out loud.
Still, there they sat, guys lined up at computers upstairs, two buying a cup of coffee from the barista downstairs. Not all were hot, but most were in my age range. And apparently, my tank top and shorts was enough to bring a bibliophile’s attention from his book.
The silent atmosphere would seem to dissuade friendly conversation. But I suspect a smile in between stacks, or a quick question — “Can you tell me where to find the books about sports and video games?” — might get things started.
Hell, I was with a guy and I still got a few peeps from over the pages.
What do you think? Have you ever met someone in a library or a bookstore?