that if I’m ever going to date again, it’s going to be a guy who appreciates books even more than I do. Who will accept that sometimes I’ll be up at night crying my heart out, and sometimes I’ll talk about the characters like they exist, and sometimes I’ll avoid all human contact so I can finish a book in a day.
And for our first date he’ll take me to the library and we’ll sit on the floor in a corner as we quietly read aloud our favorite parts in our favorite books.
And he’ll know release dates so he can wake me up at 6 am and take me to Barnes & Noble, where we’ll wait at the door until I can buy one of the first copies.
And on those social-anxiety days, he’ll come over and we’ll just read together.
And if he’s ever crazy enough to want to marry me, he’ll find a creative way to tie in books with the proposal.