Okay, is there something about being a male librarian that makes single moms want to flirt shamelessly? I suppose they assume that I have a job, education, and am available (I've got like 1 and half of those things). But seriously, this whole epidemic has got to stop.
For instance, today I signed up a woman and her two young daughters for library cards. It's not a hard process, but it takes a while to enter in all the information into the system. Anyway, I did my usual chatting with the kids, asking them what kind of books they were looking for, giving them stickers, etc. Basically trying to appease them as they waited for the Libraryman to finally give them their cards. It took me about 5 minutes to finish up the kids, who promptly ran into the children's room to find every "Clifford the Big Red Dog" book. Afterwards, I finished up the mom's card and she went after her children. About 3 minutes later she comes up to the desk.
Overly-friendly Single Mom: "Excuse me, where are the biographies for children?"
Me: (Slightly concerned): "Isn't there a children's librarian in there?" (It would be bad to have the children's room unsupervised. Hardcore liability)
O-fSM: "Oh there is. I just wanted to ask you (*wink*)"
Me: (Resisting urge to laugh, grimace, or shudder. To say I felt uncomfortable would be an understatement) "Oh...I think that the children's biographies would be in the back, past the 900s. There should be a sign."
Okay, I must reiterate that I might have said 2 words directed at her before she came back to the desk. I mainly talked to the kids that looked antsy and had a realistic shot of yelling. I did absolutely nothing provokative, this was all her. Luckily, I think she caught the hint of my bewildered disinterest and didn't do anything further.
But seriously, that was extremely awkward.
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Ha ha ha...if it's any consolation I get hit on by the creepy Dad's both single and married--YUCKO! Talk about shameless, and in front of their kids!!
Ha ha ha...that makes me think of the quote from Juno (if you've not seen that movie-DO!!)
"The funny thing is that Steve Rendazo secretly wants me. Jocks like him always want freaky girls. Girls with horn-rimmed glasses and vegan footwear and Goth makeup. Girls who play the cello and wear Converse All-Stars and want to be children’s librarians when they grow up. Oh yeah, jocks eat that shit up. They just won’t admit it, because they’re supposed to be into perfect cheerleaders like Leah. Who, incidentally, is into teachers." (Juno)
A coworker suggested it's not so much about married/not, male/female -- it's about being in the public eye, like a bartender.
Can't say any of the moms at the library have hit on me.
One of my coworkers did once overhear a group of moms talking and my name came up for some reason and another of the moms asked who the others were talking about because she didn't know my name and when they explained she countered with, "Oh, that good looking guy who does story hour?"
This made me feel good all week long.
Probably the next closest is a regular male patron who frequently compliments me on the color of my shirts or my hair. Not quite as enjoyable, no, but I don't care. I'll take compliments where I can get them.
I got yellow roses from a largish, older female a couple years back.
Good times.
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