She's a librarian: figures, huh?
Last night was my fourth date with Rhonda, and it ended like the second and third ones, with one of us staying at the other's house. This is making me happy.

She's smart and funny and all the good things like that, we share very similar values and ways of living our lives (we walk everywhere, neither of us drives but it doesn't bother us). We like alcohol and food (women who like food are so great - there's nothing worse than being around someone who moans about how they can't eat this or that because of a diet - and because she exercises she's still in good shape).

We can talk for ages about the serious or the trivial. She digs film and really obscure music (it is truly weird being around someone who knows more about music than me, and who has a bigger music collection - and hers is mainly vinyl *swoons*)....she's in the David/Kelvin/Vanita/Jane league of music obsession and knowing about obscure stuff that I haven't even heard of (she interrupted our first kiss because she wanted it to have a soundtrack - Godspeed! You Black Emperor. This is the kind of woman I've been looking for....and this is after we went to F9/11 as a second date! (OK, weird choice. Mea culpa).

Oh and she's a librarian and we manage to have interesting conversations about library stuff which is kinda neat. (Ever had post-coital conversations about the Dewey Decimal Classification or issues around why a catalogue should only contain a single master entry for a work, and then relational entries for each copy of the work that your library holds? I have. Now. It was actually interesting).

OK, so I'm weird.

David, is this enough reading for tonight?

I'm looking forward to the hits I get when someone does a link: search on some of the links I posted here ;-)
 
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