Chris the neighbor...
Brett and I seem to refuse to meet the people that reside in our building. We are about as anti-social as a raccoon in a gaggle of squirrels. This all ended when I met our neighbor on Friday night. The entire time we have lived in our building I have seen him going up and down the stairs and have named him “the whistler”…you can only imagine why. He travels up and down our stairs whistling the same tune everyday (I really wish he would get a new one!) and he delights my ears with the little ditty whenever I am in the kitchen washing dishes. I have seen him by the dumpster and the garage, always thinking he is a bit cute…always wondering if I have just lowered my standards due to the length of time I have been without a boyfriend…but no, I really do think he might be cute.
He lives with two guys that are incredibly hard to describe. “Trekkies” might be the correct terminology at this point. They strike me as the kind that still read comic books at age 30 and if it weren’t because they got kicked out, they would still be living with their mother. They smoke too much and as they pass me on the walkway they stare at my boobs. Eyes up here boys. Therefore, “cute” neighbor has a bit of a disadvantage. I know my friends are weird but if people were to judge me based on my friends, I think that I would pass the test. Him…not so much…no. Not. But then again, I am a beeyoch…so take what I say with a grain of salt.
So “Chris” (I am not trying to protect his identity from the blogging world, I just didn’t listen very hard when he introduced his name and I now find myself in the predicament of not knowing his name) is a lovely guy, who stopped me on the stoop and asked if I would like to partake in his newly bought 6-pack, as we needed to “get to know each other better since we are neighbors”. This sounds like a bad movie waiting to happen, as I write this. But “Chris” was nice and kind and he easily made me laugh (and duh! he shared his BEER!) We chatted a lot of the evening before festivities began. I was very happy to have finally met someone in our building that was not the jackass woman upstairs and her noisy kids. One day I even hope to really know “Chris” by name, but for now, I will continue to call him “the whistler” and hopefully discover the name of the tune he keeps blowing up our stairs.
I think I will have to meet and share alcoholic beverages with all of our neighbors now…sans the woman upstairs…as “Chris” turned out to be a delight!
Italian Phrase of the post (sorry these haven't come lately):
I would love to share your beer
"Amerei dividere la sua birra"
No, I will not make-out with you
"no, non farò-fuori con lei"
*side note "farò-fuori" is a very literal meaning of "make-out", but it works for our purposes. "Bacio" is actually "kiss" and might work better however it is not quite as bold as "make-out"
He lives with two guys that are incredibly hard to describe. “Trekkies” might be the correct terminology at this point. They strike me as the kind that still read comic books at age 30 and if it weren’t because they got kicked out, they would still be living with their mother. They smoke too much and as they pass me on the walkway they stare at my boobs. Eyes up here boys. Therefore, “cute” neighbor has a bit of a disadvantage. I know my friends are weird but if people were to judge me based on my friends, I think that I would pass the test. Him…not so much…no. Not. But then again, I am a beeyoch…so take what I say with a grain of salt.
So “Chris” (I am not trying to protect his identity from the blogging world, I just didn’t listen very hard when he introduced his name and I now find myself in the predicament of not knowing his name) is a lovely guy, who stopped me on the stoop and asked if I would like to partake in his newly bought 6-pack, as we needed to “get to know each other better since we are neighbors”. This sounds like a bad movie waiting to happen, as I write this. But “Chris” was nice and kind and he easily made me laugh (and duh! he shared his BEER!) We chatted a lot of the evening before festivities began. I was very happy to have finally met someone in our building that was not the jackass woman upstairs and her noisy kids. One day I even hope to really know “Chris” by name, but for now, I will continue to call him “the whistler” and hopefully discover the name of the tune he keeps blowing up our stairs.
I think I will have to meet and share alcoholic beverages with all of our neighbors now…sans the woman upstairs…as “Chris” turned out to be a delight!
Italian Phrase of the post (sorry these haven't come lately):
I would love to share your beer
"Amerei dividere la sua birra"
No, I will not make-out with you
"no, non farò-fuori con lei"
*side note "farò-fuori" is a very literal meaning of "make-out", but it works for our purposes. "Bacio" is actually "kiss" and might work better however it is not quite as bold as "make-out"
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