I have developed a theory, based upon nonscientific observation, to be true, but which I believe has some validity to it, about how a man can tell when a woman may perhaps be interested in him as a little more than just a friend.
It is when she loads up your arms with books and says, “I want you to read these.”
Okay, maybe if some of the books are on personal grooming or general housecleaning, she may be trying to give you a not-so-subtle hint about things you may be oblivious to, but other than that, I think my theory has some validity to it.
I thought about that this week as the previews for Winter’s Tale began playing across our TV screens, and I recalled a woman I loved very much once upon a time ago, who shared this book by Mark Helprin with me, and insisted that I read it . . . among others.
At the same time, I also felt a visceral dread upon seeing the previews, remembering David Brin’s great SF novel The Postman, also a favorite among several of the women I have known and cared about in my life.
“Have you read The Postman?” was a question often asked of me over coffee or dinner.
It was one of those epic novels which so many of us looked forward to seeing when it was announced that a film would be made of it.
And then the dreadful finished product landed with a splat in movie theaters, and our hearts sank with a collective thud to our feet. Well, who know? Perhaps one day a true version of the novel may be made.
I have written of Winter’s Tale before, but I won’t spend much time on it today, except to say that it remains one of my favorite novels, and I live in dread . . . fearing what Hollywood may make of this beautiful story.
Will it be dumbed down, so folks who enjoy Transformers movies won’t have too much trouble understanding it?
But getting back to our main point, that of love and books – ever may the to go hand-in-hand! –
as I say, I can’t quite prove my theory in any scientific way, but other men have told me their own stories, that the passing of books is a sign of acceptance, and a desire that two partners may have things to talk about, and that a man may understand why the woman in his life believes some of the things she does.
Sharing Winter’s Tale with me was as much an act of making love, a romantic act every bit as important as anything physical would have been.
I wonder how many other folks may have had similar experiences, or seen them as acts of love?
Then again, it doesn’t always work when I try it
Occasionally in the past I would loan my favorite novels, which might have varying degrees of success. The women in my life might agree that this was a wonderful book, or confess that they just couldn’t see what I was so enthusiastic about.
Movies, however, were often a different story altogether.
Often I would bring a video over, and as we would be watching one of my favorite movies, I would sometimes glance over at my friend’s face, only to see a look of utter boredom.
Ouch . . .
Today’s blog was written to the tune of The Best of The Manhattan Transfer, which I found for $1 in a resale store.
Quote of the Day
We have to face the unpleasant as well as the affirmative side of the human story, including our own story as a nation, our own stories of our peoples. We have got to have the ugly facts in order to protect us from the official view of reality. – Bill Moyers