this afternoon, as i was going to look at the apartment a friend of mine is moving into down the hall from me, i mentioned that having a couple hundred apartments in one building was frustrating because i feel like i'll never get to see all the people who live here and may never know who's cute and who's not. i jokingly said that it'd be nice to have one evening where everyone stood outside their apartment door as i walked all eight floors to know where the hotties were.
careful what you wish for.
11:40pm - the fire alarm goes off. i've been here for three whole days and i'm already experiencing a fire alarm. i grab what's the closest to me and put it on... ugh, jeans and a sweatshirt - must remember to keep cuter clothes on hand for the next time this happens. as i got outside, though, i realized i got my wish from earlier in the day - almost all the people in my building were outside. i, of course, was swiftly checking everyone out.
rough, tough, hottie @ eight o'clock: construction boots, torn and dirty jeans, t-shirt w/ sleeves cut off, really hot tattoo on right bicep... yep - yum.
overly cute hottie @ one o'clock: w/ an older woman. he's tall and has a clubbing shirt on. they're talking about how one of the firefighters had a porn mustache - i look next time i see him... yep, porn mustache.
5 o'clock shadow and nice ass at 4:30: ugh, he's got his [really cute] arms wrapped around an equally cute gal. *eye roll*
so i call my sister as four firetrucks rumble up to the building and she asks how many of the guys are single, i quickly glance around only to realize that not all that many are alone. true, they may be w/ friends... but most are still w/ people.
that is... except for rough, tough, hottie w/ the construction boots. hmmm... i may have to keep my eyes open for him... and leave my construction boots next to the door for the next fire alarm...
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