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Monday, February 28, 2005

The Pursuit of the Lady of the Books

I will suppose that every forest has its fair spirit that lurks among the misty boughs and branches of its sylvan realms. There is such a forest here at HU. It is in the library. And likewise, our library has its own bright and beautiful spirit charming the distracted eyes of readers as she walks by shelving books on aisles. I've noticed her before around campus, like a quick glimpse of the sun's rays on a cloudy day. A nice interlude of beauty, but then it passes and things go on as before, and that radiant spark quickly forgotten.
Until one day, a couple of days ago, I happened to be in the library, and I noticed her again. With her long flowing hair, she looked like a fairy tale princess who had just leaped out of the very storybooks she way shelving. -And this time the idea jumped to me, that I had to make an attempt at getting to know this fair lady of the books. I had no idea how. How does one take a romantic-interested stab at someone he doesn't even know? This is the impossibility of our modern dating age. This was the clarion call of a chivalric challenge. And I......I heard its bold trumpet blast and would mount up and gird myself for the challenge. I just didn't know how.
Soon, the idea came to me, and the next night I strutted into that great hall of books, along with 2 of my friends for they surely wanted to witness such a spectacle. Then the great joust began. She, as a librarian, was helping people find books in the reference section. I trotted forward bravely, saying, "I can't seem to find this book. It's got a lengthy title; could you help me find it?" I handed her the notecard which had written on it, "How to Ask Out the Extaordinarily Beautiful Library Girl When You've Never Talked to Her And It Makes You Nervous to Even Think of Doing So". As her eyes scanned the card, her voice rasped out the words, "You Dork!" And when she looked up, I asked, "So do you have the call number for that book, you know, the 'call' number?"
She told me that I should try typing that title into the computer as she shoved the card back into my hand. So I, being completely dismounted and unhorsed, crawled back to my table and wrote on another notecard. I had lost that match, but I was not entirely vanquished, time for round 2. I charged back towards her saying, "Well, if you couldn't find that book maybe you can help me find this one." I handed her the card. It read, "How to Regain One's Confidence Back After Being Shot Down Very Cruelly And Without Remorse". She smiled a bit and retorted that one's confidence is a poor thing to lose, then went back to putting books on the shelf.
I couldn't believe it. All the charm, all the wit, all the courage, yea, all the corniness, I mustered up for that and I was, in return, defeated, conquered, battered, and left counting my battle wounds. -But it did make me laugh, and was a great story among the guys. (and sometimes that's all that really matters).
But then circumstances began turn, and every now and then I would run into the lady of the books, and one time she greeted me and introduced herself to me. Her name's ironically, Miss Booky. And only a couple of days after my pursuit, we both found ourselves walking and talking around campus. I took this lady, this princess of print, out this weekend and we had a good time. I have a date with her tomorrow night. Looks like we princes and knights of the pursuit should never be afraid to fall off our high horses every now and then. For it is in that low position that we attract the eyes of whatever fair damsel or maiden we ride out for.


Blogger Britt said...

you dork, I am so proud of your unfailing consistency!

9:19 PM  
Blogger Jovan said...

Best story ever in the world.

I laughed even though i've heard it and told it already. This only adds to your legendary status.

Who knows, maybe she's your "soulmate"
Peace out!

10:47 PM  
Blogger Chris(co) said...

"You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're beatin' 'em together!"

Rock on

3:02 PM  
Blogger hsp said...

next thing you know, you will be rolling down a hill shouting "As you wish."

11:00 PM  

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