How Not To Win Me Over
I had exchanged about three emails with one of the more normal (read: not spam) people who contacted me on Match.com, when he asked if I wanted to meet up for coffee. I was not ready to meet at all (nor do I drink coffee), so I put him off by explaining I was busy with a move (which, legitimately, I am). I then made some comment about how I had 12 boxes of books alone.
He responded with, “Well, you could always donate the books to charity.”
Donate the books. MY books.
MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!
He doesn’t know it, but he just completely, utterly, blew whatever chances he had with me.
I know he was probably just trying to be helpful. But…my books. My beloved books, even the ones I hate, are not being donated or given away or sold or ANYTHING. Some of them have tape all over the spines from multiple readings as a child (and, um, as an adult), and I would not even be able to make the transition to a new edition in which, god forbid, the text might not break at the same place at the end of each page.
My books were very nearly the first thing I packed, and even now, with me flitting through the house randomly picking up objects and dropping them into boxes, I still made time to go to the library because I need books. I NEED THEM. People, if there were no libraries, I would just live in Barnes and Noble and even begin to drink coffee simply so I had an excuse to stay there longer. MY PRECIOUSSSSSSSSSSS!!
Posted by: Supersonic Jane | August 31, 2009 | 5:33 pm
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