Its been a loooong day! I've traveled into Manhattan twice, which if you've read previous posts you'll realize it's a 3 hour commute for me. All I have eaten all day is a piece of pizza and a peppermint patty. I'm tired and I have the beginning of a really huge headache. Thursday I take a cab home because it is close to 10pm when I finally get off the ferry. Sometimes I have to wait a while for a cab, but tonight thank goodness there's one that can take me right away. I hop in the front seat since there is a couple in the back. I hop in and tell the driver (who oddly enough is a young and quite good looking young man wearing a fedora....odd because of the good looking part...usually it's old very strange men or just very strange looking men...anywhooo) I tell the driver where to take me. He looks at me and asks, "By any chance, are you a librarian?"
I'm sure I looked like a deer caught in the headlights, I'm thinking what the....how the....where did that come from? Considering I am a librarian I think this is the best pick up line ever, even though I know it's not. This is some talent he has and I'm sure he puts it to good use. :P I say "Well, actually I am." He laughs and I can almost see him do a fist pump except he's driving and he says "I knew it!" Conversation goes as follows:
--Do you work at the 42nd branch?--No, I used to be a librarian I'm going to school to become a real librarian.
(pause) ....ummm but working at that branch would be awesome! (it's the schwartzman building downtown...gorgeous research branch of NYPL with the lions out front...here's a pic)
--It would be like ghostbusters!
--Haha...mmm yeah...(yes I freely admit I suck at flirting, this being single is a complicated thing I haven't had to deal with for a while)
--So why did you think I was a librarian? (I probably shouldn't have asked this)
--You seem quiet, timid almost (I'm thinking but didn't say...and you got that from me giving you the cross streets of my address??)
--Oh I thought maybe it was the glasses, haha
--Well and the clothes you are wearing (I have a long grey winter coat on...all he can see are my jeans and pink converse sneakers)...oh and your facial structure, (...my facial structure...what does that mean???)...definitely a librarian. (my brain is going over time...should I tell him I'm not quite sure that's a compliment, what do I say to that I have no idea what he means...I'm not timid...am I? maybe I am...hmmm how do I show I'm not timid...I'm going into full on critique mode instead of flirting back or at least trying to assess if he is insulting me or not...my facial structure??? It's my nose isn't it?)
Conversation flowed pretty well after that, I told him my theory on Kindles after he asked what I thought about them, he asked if I had any weird experiences being a librarian...sadly I had to tell him I worked out in a small town and can't remember any weird experiences...although I'm sure it would be different here. We chatted about the fact he has a huge box of Twinkies in the car...I asked if they were there to keep him awake...yup he works until 5am he likes being up late. He even offered me one...but I declined. Unfortunately this is when I showed up at my door and had to get out. Which is what I did...I actually wouldn't mind continuing the conversation if only to find out what the facial structure comment meant...is that like saying she has a nice personality?? I'm just super curious. I wish I had at least gotten his name, so I don't have to think of him as the-good-looking-cab-driver-in-a-fedora. But I don't think well on my feet, I guess I am a timid librarian...hopefully a little better than Mary in her non George world in It's a Wonderful Life. I look forward to more conversational practice though I obviously need it.
As I read this I could hear you narrating in my head...facial structure huh? Well people have asked me if I am British even before they hear if I have an accent. When I ask them why, they sometimes have said "Facial Structure", sometimes my pale skin and sometimes "You just look it". I must admit that this leaves me rather non-plussed at times :)
ReplyDeleteNon-plussed is a good description of how I felt. I just wasn't sure how to take what he was saying. I was feeling a bit run down and tired that night so at least the conversation helped with that, just from the fact it was interesting and made me evaluate myself. :)
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