I met a girl last weekend, and I don’t even remember her name. She was sitting there on a swing, sunlight cascading over her bright red-kindle. My heart started pounding, butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
I swallowed, taking a deep breath as I walked over to her. “Hey, whatcha reading?” I asked in a voice that I hoped didn’t portray the nervousness threatening to rip my body in two.
She glanced up at me over the rim of her bright-red kindle, shifting her body just enough toward me so as to not be rude, but not enough to let me know she was interested in really talking to me.
“A romance novel,” she said turning back to her kindle while I tried desperately to think of some way to keep our conversation going.
“You read romance novels?” I asked. The kindle lowered once more, and a small tremor of exasperation went through her.
“Not usually, I read all kinds of books. Usually five a week or so.”
“That’s a lot of books to read.” I said taking a tentative step toward her, shading myself under the awning of the chair swing.
She lowered her kindle to her lap and turned toward me, this time giving me slightly more than the time of day.
“Success!” I didn’t scream out.
“I used to read only paper books, but I ran out of storage space and had boxes and boxes of books. It was a nightmare.” She smiled, her teeth glinting like stars on a moon swept night. “Then I got my tablet and the whole thing got way worse.”
“Way worse?” I asked already trying to think of what to say next.
“Yeah, now I have so many more books to read. I went from two a week to five a week.”
“That’s cool,” I smiled and took another step toward her. “You know, I wrote a book. I’m putting it out on Kindle in September.”
“You did? What’s it about?” she asked giving me her full attention.
“Um… you ever read Dresden or Anita Blake stuff?”
“No… what’s that?”
I waved my hand as if waving away the concept. “It’s about a teenage girl who knows magic. She fights vampires and werewolves.” I grinned at her and made an effort to stop flailing my arms like a crazed Italian.
“Well… that seems right up my alley. I’ll look it up.”
“Yosh!” I almost cried out. But I didn’t because I’m a smooth operator.
“Yeah, it comes out September 22, 2014. Here’s what it looks like.” I said pulling my phone from my pocket and showing her the picture of the cover. Because normal people have pictures of their unpublished books on their phone.
Her eyes got as big as saucers. “That’s a really cool cover,” she said leaning close to me to look at it. “I’ll definitely look it up. What’s your name?”
I mentally smacked myself across the face. “The title is Kill it with Magic,” I said and tried desperately to figure out what name to tell her. Mine or the one on the book?
She smiled and pulled out her kindle, opening some weird notepad app and jotted down the title. “and your name is?” she glanced at me over her shoulder.
“Jason. Jason Cipriano.”
“And when does it come out?”
“Oh I like that it’s a specific date.” She made another note in her kindle and put it back in her lap.
I glanced around, not sure of what to do. I smiled, waved, and basically ran away.
A few minutes later I grabbed my wife and pointed at the girl, who was back to reading, explaining what had just transpired.
“You think she’ll actually look up my book?” I asked like a child who is just about to open presents on Christmas.
“I’m sure she will. Might take a few years for her to find the note she wrote herself and remember what it’s about.” She patted my hand. “But I’m sure she’ll read it. I give you a two year maximum.”