Is it wrong that I find this amusing?
So there's this guy in our building, Brandon, who seemingly has a crush on me or something. He's stopped to introduce himself to me multiple times (maybe he forgets he has already because he's a big pothead?), offered for me to come over and smoke with him a few times, and one time when I was taking out the garbage I felt eyes on me and looked up to see him watching me from his window, at which point he started waving at me with a goofy grin on his face.
And just now he knocked on the door. I ignored it the first time because I'd just gotten out of the shower and wasn't even entirely sure someone was even knocking in the first place. But then I heard a knock again and started to think that maybe it was Mike or someone who needed something or a landlord. So I say I'm coming, put on my bathrobe, and look through the peephole to see him there. I open the door to talk to him and he's inviting me over for a Saint Patty's party tonight. And he's blushing and stumbling over his words and acting generally nervous. Probably because I really shouldn't answer the door wearing only a towel. But I have no shame. ;P And afterwards I thought it was funny how he had gone on about how great his party would be and then left awkwardly.
This reminded me of this time when I was on a band trip and we ordered pizza for our hotel room and thought it would be funny if I just wore my towel to answer the door for the pizza boy. So the other girls gussied me up and I played the sexpot for this teenaged delivery boy and it was absolutely hilarious!
And yeah. The moral of this story is that I'm a horrible girl who finds boys who like me terribly amusing. Because I am evil. Bwa ha ha!
And now I'm off to get ready to go out with Robyn and Adam for some Irish day fun! ;D
And just now he knocked on the door. I ignored it the first time because I'd just gotten out of the shower and wasn't even entirely sure someone was even knocking in the first place. But then I heard a knock again and started to think that maybe it was Mike or someone who needed something or a landlord. So I say I'm coming, put on my bathrobe, and look through the peephole to see him there. I open the door to talk to him and he's inviting me over for a Saint Patty's party tonight. And he's blushing and stumbling over his words and acting generally nervous. Probably because I really shouldn't answer the door wearing only a towel. But I have no shame. ;P And afterwards I thought it was funny how he had gone on about how great his party would be and then left awkwardly.
This reminded me of this time when I was on a band trip and we ordered pizza for our hotel room and thought it would be funny if I just wore my towel to answer the door for the pizza boy. So the other girls gussied me up and I played the sexpot for this teenaged delivery boy and it was absolutely hilarious!
And yeah. The moral of this story is that I'm a horrible girl who finds boys who like me terribly amusing. Because I am evil. Bwa ha ha!
And now I'm off to get ready to go out with Robyn and Adam for some Irish day fun! ;D