My roommate and I have been sneaking peeks through the front window at a local tenant. We call him Silver-Jeep. We've only caught sidelong glimpses of him: wearing a snappy suit in the morning, carrying a coffee back into his room on the weekend, picking up a six pack for a female visitor... Oh, the mystery!
It's become more of a game with us now. Or maybe it's just me. I have a feeling my roommate just isn't as excited about him as I am. I'm not surprised. We left him a note this past Friday night after being out dancing and imbibing. We had sandwiched his silver jeep between our cars and thought to leave him a love note.
Dear Silver Jeep,
We like you.
The end.
Well, he didn't write back. It's ok. We were outside yesterday when he happened to be leaving for the gym. Upon closer inspection he certainly is a healthy young man and he's attractive in his own way, but not nearly as hot as we had painted him to be in our minds. He was terribly nice to us (as we both imagined in our heads that he had figured us out).
It's what's on the inside that counts... really. And some mystery is nice.
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