Lola had always loved the snow. She liked the cold--being able to wear warm sweaters, thick socks, curling up under blankets, lighting the fireplace.
But she felt weird liking winter. Lola was a name for some dark beauty who loved the summer and would probably be best described as hot. Lola had never felt "hot". People would describe her as cute, maybe pretty, but never hot. She'd much rather wear an oversized sweatshirt than a bikini. Lola was the name for a temptress. She wouldn't turn down cuddling with a guy she liked, but she was no seductress.
Shoveling snow was fun for her. Good exercise and quiet time. After work she liked walking in the snow--being bundled head to foot--followed by a warm shower and reading a book in front of the fire. She'd be fine sharing those activities with a husband.
Lola lived in a small town with not too many men her age. Everyone seemed to be married or be young children from said marriages. Not easy to find a date here.
Maybe she should try online dating. She never wanted to seem desperate, but it worked for some people. It probably wouldn't work for her though. She'd set it up and forget about it. It'd be up to the guys to seek her out. But how much attention would "SnowLover24" get? Actually, maybe she had already set up an account... Yeah, she wasn't good at meeting guys in real life or online.
She smiled, remembering a post she'd seen earlier that week: "Why can't guys hang out at bookstores instead of bars? If a guy bought me a book, that'd work out much more in his favor than buying me a drink." Yeah, if a guy bought Lola a book, she'd be on her first step to falling in love. But she didn't go to bookstores that much. She borrowed most books from the library (How would that conversation go? "Can I check out that book for you?" or would he ask if she had any fine he could pay? She laughed at the thought). The books she did buy were usually used. She liked buying marked up books, seeing what the previous owner had thought of it. It was like having a conversation with a person.
Maybe she'd leave a note in one of her favorite library books. Try and strike up a conversation with someone. She was better with writing words than saying them. What was the worst that could happen? She get ignored. That wasn't so bad. Besides, maybe... No, she wouldn't get her hopes up. All she wanted was a good conversation about books with a stranger.