*My thoughts at the time in italics
Wednesday nights are Borders nights. Our church building just so happens to be about 10 minutes away, give or take traffic, as opposed to the 25 minutes coming from home. So out of convenience, we go to Borders after mid-week Bible study to browse books and pick up coffee from Seattle's Best.
Tonight, I went with the intention of picking up the book to follow The Magician's Guild
, which was recommended
last year by gilpin25
. Yeah, I'm slow; got caught up in nonfiction and all that jazz. (It's good, btw! :D) So after placing orders for Ter's and my drinks, I headed over to Sci-fi/Fantasy looking for 'C.' Unfortunately, Borders had rearranged the shelves since last week; the empty aisle I thought I would be going down was not my aisle. Instead, I had to go down the aisle with the 30-something guy standing in the middle of the row, looking at the books blankly.
And he just so happened to be standing in front of, though not obstructing, the 'C' section. Joy.
I ambled onward and hoped to not disturb him, squatting and reaching for the book there that looked like it was from the series. I flipped it over and read the cover: Book #3.Man. They don't have it.
"I haven't tried her." It was a terrible way to phrase a sentence, coming from a man, so he said again, "I haven't read anything by her."Uhh....
"She's pretty good." I smiled politely. "She was recommended to me by a friend. Pretty good." Don't talk to me again.
Alas, he couldn't hear my thoughts. (Later this would be a very good thing.)
"So, are you a fan of light fantasy?" he asked. He was looking at me expectantly; I suddenly understood the common phrase 'hope shining in his eyes.'
As I began running a mental dictionary scan on all the definitions of the word 'light,' I cottoned on to what this guy was doing: this was some sort of bizzare mating ritual. Someone had told him a good way to pick up chicks was to hang out in book stores; that had been a conversation starter that I'd walked straight into.( The strange conversation got weirder... )
Funny thing is that thinking back on this, I'm wearing a Halo t-shirt today. "Hardcore" sci-fi, as he puts it, actually makes sense to me. Halo is "hardcore." Spin is "hardcore." They're devoted to the tech and worlds as opposed to character development. Unlike, say Iron Man. Iron Man has lots of tech but even more character plotline.
So my book interests were splayed across my chest, and the guy still
couldn't get it. Of course, complete confusion and disbelief was written on my face, and the guy was way older than me... If he was younger and hadn't been a creepy psycho geek with retarded social skills, he might have had a chance.
lol Not. XD