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    Dominated by the Librarian
M ale S ubmission : Surrender to your Desire
    by Tara Jones
    “Excuse me, but we are closing now,” a voice inf ormed me in a rather bored tone, which tattl ed of that it was n’t the first–nor the last– time that she had to sho w visitors to the door.
    “Of course,” I said and replaced the Swedish thriller I had been considering lending on the bookshelf. It was getting close to nine o’clock in the ev ening and the library was open late only on Thursdays.
    I came to the library after work mostly because I wanted to avoid my own empty flat that was decorated with soulless stylish IKEA furniture in white and grey, however f or a small library in one of London’s suburbs it had a surprisingly good collection of various digital art magazines that I li ked to brows e through without having to pay for them.
    I worked as a graphic designer at a small , but still rather profitable web agency that had survived during the last up-and-downs in the business an d it never hurt to be ahead of the game . My job was n’t as trendy as it had been pe rhaps ten years ago of course, but it paid well and I guess I enjoyed it at some level , although with a carefully hidden mild disinterest .
    I admit that I wasn’t really looking forward buy groceries and then go home to my empty flat to a new evening consisting of a microwave d ready- made dinner and yet another BBC docu mentary . There is just so much of Sir David Attenborough or Ne il Oliver that a man can digest . Perhaps I should livened up my life a bit and spend a couple of fruitful hours in front of the comput er instead? I pondered. Go wild and crazy and watch YouT ube videos for the rest of the night , I added sarcastically to myself and stifled a small sigh.
     
    “Excuse me sir, but y ou put the book back on the wrong shelf ,” the woman behind me said in a slightly irritated voice and interrupted my chain of thoughts.
    I looked over my shoulder and turne d around to face her. She was around twenty-five years old or so , and short. Short enough so that she just reach ed to my shoulder. She seemed vaguely familiar . I realized that I had seen her at the library before and that she must be one of the librarians. She certainly looked the type, dressed neatly and sensibl y, and she was wearing glasses too , of course.
    “Oh,” I said and looked down on her. In an exaggeratedly polite tone I added, “I’m truly t erribly sorry.”
    I didn’ t mean it really and I let her know that I thou ght she was being rather prissy as I retrieved the book from where I had put it.
    “Well, I’m happy to hear that , sir, ” she said and emphasized the “sir”, so that it was clear that she was in fact everything else than happy about it . “Now put it back where it belongs .”
    She pushed up her black glasses which had slid do wn her little nose and raised her eyebrow at me, waiting for me. She was clearly rather annoyed with me.
    I mu st admit I was starting to get a little bit amused about this little woman and her attitude . She had fiercely red, curly hair pulled back with a girlish hair bow , which made her look like Alice in Wonderland ’ s eloped cousin. If Alice in Wonderland had a nerdy cousin who liked tweed that is, because of course she was wearing a tweed jacke t with the mandatory suede elbow patches , which wa s matched by a brown checked skirt in the same material and a cream-colored rather frilly blouse. She was however, surprisingly enough , not wearing the pair of broad ugly low- heel ed pumps I had predicted, but instead she wore a nice pair of black high heels that actually looked pretty good.
    In fact, I realized, I found her rather s exy in a mind - boggling way , although of course she wasn’t my type at all, since I preferred tall and slim brunettes . Not anorex ic photo model - skinny, but the slim female type with long legs . The librarian in front of me was quite the opposite, but still I found her oddly attractive.