I was a volunteer in the library.
As I was trying to decide whether or not I should go into my masters program, I thought that a great way to get experience was to volunteer for four hours on Saturday.
Plus, my social life was pretty non-existent.
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I would straighten the books on the shelves, and organize the books that needed to be re-shelved so that the library pages didn't have to do it. It was agonizing but I figured that everyone has to start somewhere.
One day, as I was straightening stacks, someone started to make a noise like "tsk, tsk". I ignored it as there were a lot of homeless people who seemed to wander around the library. But the voice was persistent and then I realized that it was a man, trying to get my attention.
He asked what I was doing and if I worked there.
I told him that I was working toward my degree and I was just a volunteer.
He then told me I was pretty.
I focused on straightening the stacks. (Because I'm awkward like that and the only men who have ever told me I'm pretty are the ones who were drunk and trying to grope me on the subway).
He asked for my number.
I hesitated. How do I give a man I've never even met my number? I mean... I know HOW... but WHY would I do that?
I gave it to him. And prayed that he'd never call.
He never did.
Shortly after that incident, I had to stop working at the library. My schedule wouldn't allow for volunteering anymore.
If I'm honest, I kind of miss getting picked up in the library.
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