the problem with cute neighbor guys
I have discovered a tragic catch 22 to that big wish for a cute neighbor to move in next door. [And no, it has not happened.] See, I have sort of a cute neighbor. And here is the thing about cute neighbors. You kind of want them to think you are cute too.
My cute neighbor lives on a different floor and you would think that would be far enough away to maintain an illusion of distant beauty but it is not. My cute neighbor is always busting me when I am ratting around doing laundry or grabbing mail or taking out garbage or something that you think you can get away with unobserved by cute neighbor guys except, no, any time you are exactly looking your rattiest, cute neighbor guys appear.
Cute neighbor guy has a day job. All I have to do to avoid being busted all in laundry day clothes with scary hair and no make up is do Cinderella chores during working day hours.
Cute neighbor guy has decided to take some time off. Indefinite time off.
Now he could be around the corner at any minute.