Friday, May 04, 2007

Tales of a Librarian [part iii]

Continued from part ii

I really liked Margaret. We gabbed away, and as the evening wore on, one by one the other librarians made their excuses and bid their goodnights, until there were only she and I left on the patio. The waiter passed by every so often, and when he did we'd order another round, because we'd long since left discretion behind.

Whenever the conversation had strayed for too long to other topics, she'd bring it back to her favourite subject, Kapp. She seemed in equal parts to be trying to set us up, trying to find out whether we'd slept together, and trying to keep us from doing so.

"I think he's probably terrified of you," Margaret opined after our second beer.

I laughed and said, "I have that effect on a lot of men, unfortunately."

"I know all the librarians he's had flings with, and they're all beneath him. You're the first woman I've seen him with who's actually his equal."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. Not that he'd slept with bimbos, but that there had, according to Margaret, been many. Kapp's not exactly the sort of guy anyone'd describe as a lady killer. Tall, dark, and handsome he isn't, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't be able to swing me around. But he's smart and funny and sarcastic, and he knows about music, and it's for all those reasons that I like him very much.

"We're just friends," I said.

"That's good, you should keep it that way." Margaret is a petite woman, and she'd been matching me Märzen for Märzen. She was visibly drunk, now. "He's a great guy, don't get me wrong, but he's not husband material. He's not reliable, and he never has any money."

"OK, then, I promise not to marry him," I joked. She wasn't telling me anything I hadn't already noted, and, besides, if I'm going to not marry someone the whole Internet already knows who that is.

"You could probably sleep with him, if you wanted to, though," offered Margaret, and then she hiccupped.

"Yeah, I know." I remember the Tod lesson.

Margaret had been hiccupping for two or three minutes. We both laughed about it at first, but then we both became accustomed to it. That's probably why I didn't realize right away when the hiccups turned to barfing.

To be concluded in part iv.

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2 Comments:

Blogger Tracy Lynn said...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Dude. Awesome.

5/04/2007  
Blogger PrincessAhAh said...

Ok, I made myself a tasty "it's-Friday-dirty-martini" and sat down to read your latest installment. I laughed so hard at the end that *I* now have the hiccups. I'm afraid to finish my drink...

5/04/2007  

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