There are times when I want to make conversation with someone I think is pretty. It’s not great when that person doesn’t notice me, even though I’m definitely audible. There’s that long silence where I wonder, “Should I repeat what I just said? How else do I know she even heard me?” Then I just feel alone.
Arthur Hovinc's Port Manteau 
Or maybe it must be a very good book indeed! Nice.
As a reader and a female I know I get caught up in my own reading world. Most non-bratty women like to talk about books with nice guys. Speak up!
Good point. As a male whose voice is pretty quiet and low-frequency, I’ll remember this.