I'd noticed him in the library countless times before, but we had never officially met. He was one of those "dangerous" types...you know, with a motorcycle and leather pants. Well, this one drove a Fiat and wore well-pressed slacks, but you get the picture.
Anyway, as the librarian, I made it my purpose to meet everyone who came into the library. So, after a month of ogling this wonderfully beautiful man, I approached him.
"Can I help you?" I smiled my biggest "forget the books, and come over here and fuck me" smile, but he just shook his head and went about his own merry way. I walked around, attempting to tempt him, but my dress pants and sweater were not doing their jobs. I slowly approached my desk, discouraged.
See, I had a great home life. I had two great house-mates and a dog, two parents and a brother who lived less than an hour away, and plenty of "friends with benefits," if you know what I mean. But this was the one guy I wanted, but it didn't look like he wanted me back.
"Ma'am? I actually do need your help. Where could I find this book by Voltaire? I need it for class tomorrow, and the bookstores are out."
"Hmm...Let me see. Oh, you're looking for Candide. We have it here it the back room. Follow me." I led my object of lust, also known as Trevor, to the room where we kept the classics. "Here we go, the last copy. Come to the front, and I'll check you out."
Trevor laughed. "Honey, you've been checking me out for weeks. Why do you think I come in here every day? I don't read that much."