If you're a librarian and considered even marginally cute by society's standards, for God's sake, do not let the socially awkward, alarmingly twitchy 30-something geek who lives in his mom's basement (& who was able to read the ENTIRE Kushiel's Dart series in one week - too much free time, anyone? Holy crap.) know that you read fantasy fiction. You will be forced to endure, while attempting to continue smiling pleasantly, increasingly painful conversations.
I feel like the chick in the chainmail bikini at GenCon.