Laugh
February 12, 2008I’m doing the dishes, doorbell rings, blonde girl, my age, with a big smile on her face asks if she could see my house from the inside. Her parents are standing behind her. She explains she has been assigned the same apartment I have, two doors down, but it’s already empty so no one opens the door.
I say, sure, come in, I’ll give you the grand tour. Her laugh is contagious, she likes how I decorated the place (of course you do, I spent 18 months and thousands of Euros getting it to look this good), and after a few words on the neighbourhood, they leave.
I close the front door, a bit baffled. Did that just really happen?
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One tip for you, see when she moves in, buy her some flowers and stop in to say hello.
Comment by John S. — February 13, 2008 @ 1:18 am
I’m actually a socially adept person, John, not yer average nerd ;).
But thanks.
Comment by Administrator — February 13, 2008 @ 10:53 pm