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B is for Book Signing
Frank: March 24th
I walk into the bookstore and follow the arrows to the back of the room where the author is sitting. A short line has formed alongside her table. She has a stack of books in front of her, and as the next person approaches her table, she takes a book down. She smiles, and I feel a little thrill of excitement. She is a kink author, and in addition to writing excellent stories, she’s just my type. There is definitely a part of me that fantasizes about how when I approach her table, she will direct that smile at me, give me her number, and that would lead to us trying the very kinky things that happen in her novels.
But of course, she’s a professional, and she does smile at me when I come to the table, but she doesn’t do more than write my name in the book with a short message. I look down at the message when I sit down to listen to her reading.
Frank,
Always try new things.
Jayden R. Vincente
I run my finger along the ink, a little enamored that I was so close to her and that she wrote this right in front of me. I might be fanboying a bit.
Before I know it, she’s read a (very tame) part of the novel I’m holding, everyone is clapping, and she is exiting the bookstore. I am a bit more turned on than I would like to admit out loud, so I wander over to the fantasy and sci fi section of the store, trying to distract my mind.
Next to the Lord of the Rings books, I see a little flyer standing there. The Philadelphia Orchestra is playing the score to Fellowship. It’s… in a couple of days. How did I miss that? I am free, and I love that movie, but I don’t know if tickets will still be available. My phone search tells me that there aren’t any available except through re-sellers, and I’m not sure that I want to pay the exorbitant fees.
I fire off a text in lament to a friend of mine who loves Lord of the Rings.
Me: Fuck, man! I just saw that the Philly Orchestra is playing the score to Fellowship on Friday. I’d kill to go to that.
Ricky: Oh that sounds sick.
Me: Right?
Ricky: This is Alicia. I can get you a ticket. My coworker just posted one she’s trying to sell. I’ll set it up. $75.
Me: Rock on. Thanks, Alicia.
Well damn. My friend’s wife has a hookup for me somehow. I hope she isn’t trying to set this up as a blind date.


