I need honor and love in my life from somebody who’s playing for keeps

Why is that libraries, though similar in purpose to bookstores, don’t possess the same romantic qualities?

Perhaps because of the lack of commitment required of a library book? Here, I walk in, pick up whatever strikes me as interesting, check it out, and that’s that. No money required, little thought is demanded, and if I don’t like it, I can just drop it off in the return bin tomorrow.

Bookstores, however, are quite different. Rarely am I able to pick a book off a shelf and leave within five minutes. No, bookstores demand a greater commitment. If I am going to spend an ungodly amount of money on a stack of bound paper, then I want to be sure that it’s worth my while. I’ll carefully read the back, perhaps look over the table of contents, maybe glance through the pages. I’ll carry the book around the store with me for a while as I look over the other options. Is this really the book that I want? Will I be proud to have it displayed on my shelf for years to come? Will I regret the time and money invested in it later?

Am I still talking about books? Or is this post really about men?

You be the judge.

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  1. This is getting posted here b/c I know it’ll get emailed to you, and ’tis an unlikely place for anyone else to see it.

    Just wanted to say: I find it hilarious how you bring the men out of the woodwork. First the high schoolers, and now “Ryan.” 😉

    It’s a pity you don’t actually live in SoCal, as I’m sure Alisa would agree – this would be a much more enjoyable banter over a cuppa at the Gypsy Den (which I *am* taking you to one of these days). 🙂

  2. Feel free to delete that whenever you wish, too. No need for incriminating evidence. 😉

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