Maid of Cheek

Between work and another thing today I stopped into the bookstore thinking I might find a little something I couldn’t live without (I love books, I should tell you).  I hadn’t gone in bookstore in a while, actually, because I have such a tall stack of need-to-be-reads already.

So I was perusing the fiction area, checking out what was new and saw that Agent Provocateur has come out with two little collections of erotic fiction titled Confessions and Secrets respectively.  I picked up Confessions and skimmed through it, decided it was something I could definitely use in the future and held onto it as I continued to look around.

I remembered I wanted to look for a certain CD (The Weepies, highly recommended), and yes I know I could probably find it much cheaper somewhere else but I figured if they had it I’d just get it to put an end to my search (and it wouldn’t allow me to forget).  It was one of those places that lumps most music genres together in a way that is a little frustrating as the things you’re looking for are not Pop Rock at all, but since they wouldn’t end up in the Hip-Hop or Classical sections you have to search through the whole big one.  The gentleman working there asked if he could help me and I told him what I was looking for, he found it in the computer and showed me to the teeny-tiny Folk section (which actually made sense) where he found it right away.

I started to walk towards the front of the store to go ahead and pay for my things when he said, “If you’re ready to check-out I can do that here.”

Now, this guy was a really nice, sweet person, but he could have been my dad.  He was probably old enough to have a kid my age or at least in high school or something.  Handing over my book of sexy stories made me cringe on the inside a little.  I wasn’t so much embarrassed, and I managed to be nonchalant about the whole thing, but it was a little awkward.

If only it had been a really cute bookworm, I may have been able to look him in the eye and maybe even throw in a wink.