Pretty, Pretty Princess

So, I've realized I have finally gotten to the point in life where I seem to have time on my hands! How great is that! So I'm going to try to start the whole blogger thing again. Hopefully it'll stick!

So, I've decided to spoil myself and go to Barnes and Noble once a week. I get my amazing Starbuck's coffee (most, if not all, Barnes' have a Starbucks in them), grab a book, and sit in a comfy chair and read for 4 or 5 hours. It's great! I've been going normally Wednesdays, as soon as the school day is over. I'll read, then write down what page I've left off at, then go back the following week to finish it. It is SOOOO relaxing!

I heard once that going to Barnes is a great place to pick up guys. Hmmmm... It quite possible may be true. The one night, I sat and was reading my book. There was a very attractive guy sitting in the chair across from me. At one point, he started talking to me. Every half hour or so, we'd talk about our books. Well, some random guy came up to him, and was like, "Dude, do I know you from somewhere?" and hottie replied, "you do look familiar. Not sure where though." THey talked a bit about where they grew up, etc. Then hottie said, in an attempt to get rid of him, said, "I'm sure it'll come to you later," and wierd guy left. Hottie and I talked about how odd that was. We wnet back to reading. Half an hour or so later, wierd guy comes back. He's adimant that he knows him somehow. They talk. Hottie says he's a personal trainer, and weird guy wants to loose weight. So hottie gives the guy his phone number, and guy left. Then hottie started in on how he shouldn't have given guy his number. What if the guy turns into a needy stalker? At this point, I think to myself, well, guess I won't ask for his number. He'll think I'm a needy stalker girl. Who picks up guys at book stores, anyway, right? Ah, well. The dream was fun while it lasted!

Then another time, I went back. I sat near this cute African American guy. He was dressed like he was from the 'hood or something. But the book he was reading was the most shoking thing in the world. He was reading a book from the Princess Diaries series! How strange! So I avoided talking to him... He's probably gay and in denial!

So the question is, where is the best place to pick up a guy or girl? Where is (or was) your "playing field?"

And, is that guy gay? Or is he just in touch with his feminine side? ... The world may never know!