Your Place or Your Place?

I'm standing in line at the reserve desk.
It's a couple of hours ago.
And there's this pretty girl getting some article or periodical or what have you from the reserve people (who also double as library people).
And she needs to update her MUN account or whatever.
So, the resereve person starts asking her for all sorts of information:
Address, phone number, e-mail address.
And I have this urge to take out my book and pretend to furiously copy this information down.
For fun.
I don't.
Because when it comes to invading women's personal space, they seem to have a skewed vision on the issue compared to me.