A is for aggregation: gorgeous librarians

A couple of days ago when I was stopped at a street corner waiting for the light to change, a man walked up from behind me, stood beside me, looked at me, smiled, and said, “Nice legs, librarian.” Now, I’m really not a woman who enjoys strangers making commentary on her appearance but he didn’t have the stink of testosterone poisoning about him so I didn’t just default to my “Fuck you, you fucking fucker” setting. Plus? He called me “librarian”. And oh good lord, I do love me a librarian, so very very much I do, and am always so happy to meet a fellow member of that tribe, which obviously that man was.

Ultimately, it’s all magic mystery, isn’t it, what fills us with shiver and desire? For me, the most spectacular abs in the world go nowhere if their owner doesn’t give good head. By which I mean, of course, good brain. (Not that I’m not, well, down with good head, of course.) Anyway, who could possibly give better brain than a book-lovin’ librarian? Huh? Really, who could?

Yeah. So. Waiting … But you can’t answer cos there is no answer other than, “Nobody, unruly person. Nobody could.” Nope. No answer at all.

“Librarian”, My Morning Jacket:


“Ninja Librarian”, Letterbox Media: