Am I the only one who does this?
You walk into a book shop because you have money and time to kill. Linger briefly over Angela Carter's Book Of Fairytales (far left) because the cover is so pretty but you can't justify the expense. Pick up a copy of Burning Your Boats because it's not bad value when you consider how much is in it.
And there, browsing the shelf next to yours,is hot, intelligent/shy-looking guy. Browsing books, just like you. Sharing your passion (or checking them out for school, who knows.) Because you read too many books, you're pretty sure you're going to fall in love and have several tiny intellectual babies with horn-rimmed glasses. You're going to get married, have picnics at sunset, watch the stars together...etc.
And then either time's up and you go, or he goes, and you make small talk with the cashier and rush out into the rain to get the train home.
Seriously, am I the only one who falls in love with guys in book shops on a disturbingly regular basis? My future husband better freaking like books or he can stick his marriage.