Sunday, 17 December 2006

how not to meet a man, #387 of an occasional series

1. Go to a busy bookshop on a Friday early evening to use up your points which need spending 'cos they expire at the end of the year in order to treat yourself.

2. Grab book you've been wanting for the past 6 months, join huge queue.

3. Make eye-contact with supercute guy (tall, dark, slim, provocative smile) next to you in the queue. Notice what he's buying (Stendhal, Jonathan Coe, a book of contemporary political analysis). Admire his dress sense.

4. Strike up conversation with some remark about the busyness of the shop. Exchange a few small-talk-y comments.

5. So, he says, what are you buying? and takes the book from your hand.

6. Book is entitled "Il corpo del nemico ucciso" [The body of the slain enemy] and the cover features two corpses in a black and white photo. along with the subtitle (war and death in the contemporary world)

7. Watch as cute boy raises eyebrow doubtfully, hastily returns book to your hand, and politely fails to pursue the acquaintance. Gah.

4 comments:

Shep said...

Bookshops are never good for that sort of thing. I should know, I work in one. It's no good for staff either...

We're all book snobs anyhow. Come to think of it though, I've often found myself hugely attracted to girls due to a mixture of boobs and what they have on their bookshelf...

Hmmm. ShallowShep? I should think more about this perhaps...

Anonymous said...

It could have been worse. You could have been buying the Anxiety and Depression Workbook or The Da Vinci Code.

* (asterisk) said...

Y'see, now a nice goth boy or someone into Trivium or Cradle of Filth or something would have been so into you with that book. I guess they're thin on the ground in Rome, though?

Spangly Princess said...

a "nice goth boy" or Cradle of Filth fan would almost certainly not have attracted my attention in the first place.

I like trim, fashionable, well-groomed, stylish, and slightly quirkly dressed boys. the whole goth thing does nothing for me.

nor, in fairness, am I likely to be attracting any goths any time soon. my dress sense is more sexy librarian/ strayed out of the 50s/ absent-minded yet glamorous. it's also relentlessly colourful. so not very goth.