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It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shinning, the birds are chirping, and I am hungry for knowledge.  I head to my local library and go on a quest for a good book.  My eyes settle on a book about the Ancient Zhou Dynasty of China.  As I check out my book, and walk towards the door with the intent on reading my book beneath a tree, something catches my eye.  It was her….the assistant librarian.  She had her long auburn hair up in a pony-tail, her sleek red glasses gave her flare, and her tight little outfit made her stick out amongst the older staff working there.

However, the thing that made her stick out most of all was her belly, see she was at least 7 months pregnant, so it was kinda hard to miss her, but I noticed her in a different way.  She works in the non-fiction section, my favorite, so naturally I went to read my book at one of the desks in the area.  I could see her putting books away.  I notice the sun shinning off her body as she works near a window, placing book upon book on the shelf, knowing instinctively where they go.

By now, needless to say, the Western Zhou and King Wen or whatever had lost my attention.  I begin thinking to myself how beautiful she is, her olive green maternity t-shirt clinging tightly to her body, wrapping around her swollen belly.  I don’t know why these thoughts have come into my mind, they just do, and they always have when I see her.  There is something special about her….something I can’t explain.  Man, I’m a pig, here I am at a public library checking out some future mom like she’s the babe on a cover of a Play Boy.

However, it feels right, semi-natural to have these feelings, why, yet again, I have no clue.  I notice her jeans, they’re a nice shade of dark blue that fade towards the ends.  I notice the elastic band running along her waist, or what little of a waist she has.  I think to myself “Why can’t I take my eyes away, why, what is so fascinating about her?”  I don’t understand these feelings, these reactions, I grow warm, yet calm, as if I’m suspended in warm water.  I notice her shoes…Sketchers, black with grey trim.  I notice something else, a name tag.  Maybe I can get close enough to read it.  I head towards her, noticing she is stacking books in the home and garden section, how boring, guess its time to lie about my interests.

I walk towards her, slowly, taking my time, enjoying what I see.  I notice I’m beginning to sweat, I begin to self talk myself into a calm state, but then realize, despite having a mild sweat, I am calm, calmer than I’ve been in a long time.  I get about 12 feet away and she turns and sees me, she actually sees me.  In my awe I forgot to glance at her name tag.  Though we only made contact for a whopping two seconds, I felt somewhat connected to her.  Why do I feel this?  I go around the book shelf, pretending to be lost in my reading travels, hoping she’ll try and help me find something.

She notices my confusion and says “Sir Can I help you find something?”, and when she does my heart skips a beat.  I turn to her and say “Why yes, could you point me towards the European History section?”  “Of course” she says, and she gestures for me to follow.  As I walk behind her only 4 feet behind, I notice her body moves in such an amazing manner, I think to myself “What a beautiful woman”.  Yet again, I realize I have forgotten to look at her name tag.  “Damn it, pay attention next time” I say under my breath.  She turns “Hmm did you say something?” I reply “Oh no sorry”.  Score, I remembered to look.  Her name is Sophie.  “Here we are” Sophie says.  “Thank you” I say, my voice cracks a little.  She giggles and says “You’re welcome”, then waddles away.  I think to myself, “Why did I do that, Why did I go to so much trouble to see her…”.  Sophie…what a pretty name, what a beautiful woman, perhaps I should come here more often….perhaps.

Description
It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shinning, the birds are chirping, and I am hungry for knowledge.  I head to my local library and go on a quest for a good book.  My eyes settle on a book about the Ancient Zhou Dynasty of China.  As I check out my book, and walk towards the door with the intent on reading my book beneath a tree, something catches my eye.  It was her….the assistant librarian.  She had her long auburn hair up in a pony-tail, her sleek red glasses gave her flare, and her tight little outfit made her stick out amongst the older staff working there.

However, the thing that made her stick out most of all was her belly, see she was at least 7 months pregnant, so it was kinda hard to miss her, but I noticed her in a different way.  She works in the non-fiction section, my favorite, so naturally I went to read my book at one of the desks in the area.  I could see her putting books away.  I notice the sun shinning off her body as she works near a window, placing book upon book on the shelf, knowing instinctively where they go.

By now, needless to say, the Western Zhou and King Wen or whatever had lost my attention.  I begin thinking to myself how beautiful she is, her olive green maternity t-shirt clinging tightly to her body, wrapping around her swollen belly.  I don’t know why these thoughts have come into my mind, they just do, and they always have when I see her.  There is something special about her….something I can’t explain.  Man, I’m a pig, here I am at a public library checking out some future mom like she’s the babe on a cover of a Play Boy.

However, it feels right, semi-natural to have these feelings, why, yet again, I have no clue.  I notice her jeans, they’re a nice shade of dark blue that fade towards the ends.  I notice the elastic band running along her waist, or what little of a waist she has.  I think to myself “Why can’t I take my eyes away, why, what is so fascinating about her?”  I don’t understand these feelings, these reactions, I grow warm, yet calm, as if I’m suspended in warm water.  I notice her shoes…Sketchers, black with grey trim.  I notice something else, a name tag.  Maybe I can get close enough to read it.  I head towards her, noticing she is stacking books in the home and garden section, how boring, guess its time to lie about my interests.

I walk towards her, slowly, taking my time, enjoying what I see.  I notice I’m beginning to sweat, I begin to self talk myself into a calm state, but then realize, despite having a mild sweat, I am calm, calmer than I’ve been in a long time.  I get about 12 feet away and she turns and sees me, she actually sees me.  In my awe I forgot to glance at her name tag.  Though we only made contact for a whopping two seconds, I felt somewhat connected to her.  Why do I feel this?  I go around the book shelf, pretending to be lost in my reading travels, hoping she’ll try and help me find something.

She notices my confusion and says “Sir Can I help you find something?”, and when she does my heart skips a beat.  I turn to her and say “Why yes, could you point me towards the European History section?”  “Of course” she says, and she gestures for me to follow.  As I walk behind her only 4 feet behind, I notice her body moves in such an amazing manner, I think to myself “What a beautiful woman”.  Yet again, I realize I have forgotten to look at her name tag.  “Damn it, pay attention next time” I say under my breath.  She turns “Hmm did you say something?” I reply “Oh no sorry”.  Score, I remembered to look.  Her name is Sophie.  “Here we are” Sophie says.  “Thank you” I say, my voice cracks a little.  She giggles and says “You’re welcome”, then waddles away.  I think to myself, “Why did I do that, Why did I go to so much trouble to see her…”.  Sophie…what a pretty name, what a beautiful woman, perhaps I should come here more often….perhaps.