“The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel, must be intolerably stupid.”
For the past three years I have an ongoing tradition where I spend a portion of my Saturdays wandering through old bookstores in pursuit of my next great find.
This Saturday, like so many before it, found me entering yet another musty bookstore.
“Did you find any old books.” I looked up. It took me a moment to register the question and realize this must have been the guy standing next to me when I first came in.
“No, not today.”
“Do you like Harry Potter?”
“Of course I do.”
“Oh thank goodness I don’t get how people don’t love it.”
"Me either! I’ve met so many guys who won’t even read it."
He laughed, "doesn’t it make you want to just stop talking to them?"
"Yes! Yes it does.” Now he had my full attention and I really looked at him. How in the world his attractiveness didn’t ding on my handsometer floors me, but I was finally paying attention.
He went on to talk about how he gets first claim on the books coming in and he recently found and bought a first edition of the British version of Harry Potter and he was tempted to get a $400 version of Huckleberry Finn.
At this point I must have been either mesmerized or stupid, but I said “oh, that’s awesome” and I walked away.
What?
By the time I made it to my car I realized what a fool I was. Why didn’t I say more?! He was clearly being friendly. I could have been bold and slipped him my number, or said something clever, or said anything at all!
The moment has most likely passed, but you can bet I’m going to do everything I can to create another one. I guess I know where I’ll be next Saturday.
-The Bluestocking
3 comments:
Just read this post aloud to my roommates, and they all burst out laughing at the "and I walked away" part. We agreed that's exactly what one of us girls would have done, which made it even better. Thanks so much for sharing with us!
Can't wait to hear how it goes this Saturday! :D
So, did you go back??
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