August 14, 2003
Note to self: crash next door neighbor’s boys-night-out if in need of an ego trip. There’s nothing quite like being reminded by a large gathering of men of your hotness. It also helps if you’re the only girl in the vicinity. I arrive just as it’s ending and the crowd soon dwindles down to two: my neighbor and his friend, who makes an interesting comment. That if he were my neighbor, I’d “already have dumped him four times.” Neighbor gets this cute embarrassed grin and stares angrily at his friend. It’s a new thought. The boy next door like-likes me.