An email received this morning from Mr. North Carolina included this bit of info: “I get turned on by that librarian look with glasses.”
This is the same thing that turns on my Tall, Hot Teacher friend.
And I say: it’s about freakin’ time!!
It’s about time that quiet, little librarians (or editors) get their day in the sun. Where have these guys been? This must be the start of a great new era. Finally, the men of the world will stop lusting over bleached-blonde, fake-boobed porn starlets and come out of the closet, declaring their unbridled lust for the shy, bespectacled frumps of the world.
Onward, sez I.
3 comments:
I now dub you, Miss Library,
Your book of choice? The Dictionary.
Reading it on the bus guarantees romance
And will have the young men jizzing their pants.
JAW fan
Now just any dictionary.
The Concise Oxford.
OED Rules!
Maybe this is some kind of specialty market I have fallen into. Perhaps someday I will post a Craigslist ad looking for a Roget's Thesaurus enthusiast. (That is neither easy to say nor type.)
party on, angie
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