Maybe you start with a little innocent scoping. You're just minding your own business, flipping through a poetry anthology, pretending not to look at that dreamy specimen lounging on the couch nearby. What's she reading? You crane your neck, careful not to appear too nosy. Alison Bechdel? Ellen Gilchrist? You feel emboldened to approach, make a little eye contact, smile. I'm sorry, you might say, but I just love that book. Before you know it, you're in the middle of the best conversation you've had in months, chatting easily about the music and the mystery novels you both love, book groups you'd like to be a part of, places you dream of traveling. Maybe you make plans over a cup of coffee. It could go anywhere from here.