Now, why is it that I am always "antisocial" and "unpleasant" and "a total bitch" by bringing a book into a bar so that I can enjoy my drink in peace? Why don't I "get out there" and be "charming" and "ladylike" and "trap a man"?
Well, let me tell you.
Last Friday night, I went to good old Duke's around the corner for a smart cocktail or two before my movie at 7:30 (Bewitched. It was cute. Shut up). Now, I had my bad-manners-not-very-ladylike-book with me, but I started to talk to the bartenders, both of whom I like a lot.
So naturally it didn't take long for the the jerk a few places down to join in the conversation.