August 26, 2003
For the last couple years I was strangely oblivious about it, but suddenly I'm freshly sensitized to next-door activity. The key jiggle; Hard wood footsteps; The door closing; The car's presence/absence; The mail check. It's undoubtedly not a very good idea to get involved with him. But dammit, he's surprisingly cute, funny, and a good kisser. Yesterday he stops by "to borrow paper towels." Sure, I'm going to have to look decent at every given hour because the pop-ins are beginning to happen regularly. But I guess wearing lipstick, being neat, dressing cute around the house, never hurt a girl.