Dewey Decimal Number 646.77

Story Submitted by Pedro:

Amelia and I met online.  We were both avid readers and lived in the same town, a town that was known for the large college situated squarely in its environs.  She asked me if I wanted to meet up at the college's library.

The evening of our date, I had a restaurant all picked out and a few ideas for some post-dinner plans if we were both up for it.  We met in the library foyer and I asked her if she was ready to go.

"Go?" she asked, "Go where?"

"Out on our date," I reminded her.

"Oh... I thought... I thought we were just going to be staying here."

I looked around.  "In the library?  For our date?"

She said, "We both like books and it's fun.  Lots of books, right?"

I asked, "You're not hungry for dinner?  Plus, we can't really talk in here."

She said, "There's a whole section on the third floor that no one ever uses.  We can read quietly and talk there."

I gave in.  "Maybe for a little bit, but then I think we should do dinner."

She shrugged.  "I'm not too hungry, but we'll see."

Her idea of "reading and talking" turned out to be more of just "reading."  Every time I tried to start a conversation with her, she shushed me.  I played along for about a half-hour when I said, "Look Amelia, this isn't really a date.  I was hoping we could go out to dinner."

She gave me a look as if I was an ignoramus and said, "I see nothing wrong with staying in the library."

I told her, "I'm hungry, so I'm going to grab dinner."

"Fine!" she said, louder than necessary for a library.  She slammed her book closed and stood up, "Let's go do dinner!"

I had planned to take her to a nice sit-down restaurant, but as I didn't think that our relationship was going to go past this night, I brought her to an independent fast-food kind of salad place.

She didn't say a word to me the entire time we were waiting on line, she ordered her salad separately from me, paid for it herself, and when I sat down at a table, she walked right past me and left me there, again, without a word.  I guessed that she headed back to the library.  I remained behind, ate my salad, and never contacted her again.