1) Soooooooooo I think my neighbor is very attractive.
2) We have three lights in our kitchen. A few days ago, only one worked. It was impossible to see in the kitchen. We were living like this for a few weeks, barely able to see what we were making to eat or what was on the floor.
3) The other day, my roommate sent me a facebook message saying that she had knocked over my wine glass and there was glass all over the floor. She tried to get most of it up but wasn't sure if she got it all because it was hard to see. I immediately thought, "Time to get those lights fixed. I DO NOT want glass in my foot."
I replaced one of them but the other was too high to reach from the ground and it looked really heavy. It was a dome light and I had no idea how to take it apart and fix it. And I knew, I knew that if I tried to fix it, I would certainly break it into a tiny million little pieces. You know me by now; that's how my life goes.
Therefore, I decided to text my landlord to have his handyman come over and fix it for us. It wouldn't be that big of a deal, it would take him like 5 seconds, and he wouldn't break it. Piece of cake.
I had the text message all ready to send when, all of a sudden, a light bulb goes off in my head. "Hey!" I start thinking, "Neighbor Boy is tall and he's a guy so he should be handy and since he lives next door he probably has the same lights and knows how to fix them. I'll run over and ask him instead. It will give us an excuse to talk!"
I start getting really nervous and run into my roommate's room to ask her if the idea is dumb and if I'll look like an idiot. She says no; it's perfectly rational. So I check myself in the mirror and realize that I'm still in the clothes I went running in 20 minutes ago: tennis shoes, spandex, pony tail and all. "Meh," I think. "I have a natural flush to my face, I'm in workout clothes so it looks like I'm in shape, and it won't look like I'm trying too hard as opposed to going over there all dolled up." Convinced my plan is fool-proof, I march outside and down to his door.
Almost shitting my pants as I ring the doorbell, Surfer Dude (a very, very attractive modelesque friend of Neighbor Boy) answers...but he's on the phone. He says hi and is polite, but he's still on the phone. Neighbor Boy comes around the corner of a room and he's on the phone too! Oh crap. This is awkward. "Oh...uhhh...I...ahhh...uhhh...I just had a...um...a question but...uh...it's no big deal soooo....ok bye." I turn to leave when he goes, "No wait! Just let me finish this call and then I'll come to your apartment. It'll be like 5 minutes." Ok, so I'm not a loser. Good.
I start cleaning up the kitchen in preparation for their arrival when he knocks a few minutes later. I show him the light, ask him if he knows how to fix it and if he could help me.
Ok, then I really started feeling like an idiot because as soon as he looked at it, it was clear that all you had to do was unscrew this really, really obvious part and it came apart easily. And it wasn't heavy at all. Making small talk and laughing at things, it takes him only a few minutes to change the light bulbs. Damn. Not much face time. But we're still talking.
Then Surfer Dude comes in.....and we all hang out and talk in my kitchen for the next 45 minutes. They're so nice! I mention I have to go get ready for dinner plans when Surfer asks what I'm doing tomorrow night. "Umm...I have no plans for Wednesday night yet, what about you?" "I don't have anything planned either. We should grab drinks in the evening if you want to." My tummy does a flip and my heart about jumps out of my chest. (YES YES YES!!) "Yeah, ok, I guess that sounds cool. I have something I have to do until 7, but I can go anytime after that," I say. "Ok cool," Neighbor boy says. "We'll stop by around 7 and then we can all go somewhere."
Perfect.
They leave, I do a fist pump in the air, and I jump in the shower and get ready for my dinner plans.
Did my plan work? Yes: it's outcome was above and beyond what I even expected.
Did they know I did that on purpose? Most likely.
Does it matter? Naaaaaaah.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Four guys walk into a bar....
Ok, this isn't a silly joke but it's still pretty damn funny.
This story involves me, 3 of my best friends, and the bars in Dallas. It goes to show that even though the population of the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex is over 6 million people (with Dallas alone having 1.3 million), it is a very very small world out there.
We arrive at one of my favorite bars around 11:00 and I spot a prime table. We sit down, order a few drinks, and immediately begin laughing. Gosh, I love them.
I have the best seat in the house: my back is to the wall and not only am I facing my friends, but I can see everyone in the entire bar...including a table of guys who keep nonchalantly looking up at us. (We're sitting in a tall table and they're in a lower one). Kind of smiling to myself at how hard they're trying to not be obvious but inevitably are, I start laughing inside when I see them nod to each other, stand up, and approach. My friends are deep in conversation. 'This is gonna be good.'
"Hey," they say as the smile and lean into the table. "We were wondering if you girls would switch us tables?" My friend Ashley immediately says, "Sure!" and jumps down off of her seat. "Ashley!" I say in a urgent but hushed tone, "They don't want to switch us tables--they're hitting on us." And anyway, I'm not giving up this table to anyone. She's a little embarrassed, but it's really not that big of a deal. She'll learn that when guys don't have any good pick-up lines, they'll eventually come up with some lame comment or question that at least does the job of starting the conversation. Needless to say, their approach worked.
After talking to a surfer from Hawaii for 30 minutes, my roommate yells across the table, "HALEY! This guy lives in our condo complex!" Ok, our condo complex is not big at all. This was shocking. After a few minutes, we come to find out that he is our next door neighbor. My roommate shares a bedroom wall with him and we can hear him in his kitchen when he makes breakfast in the morning...weird. I was floored.
It got even weirder when we discovered that we had actually talked to each other before. Around this time last year my other roommate and I were throwing a big party. Both being under the legal drinking age, we were semi-worried about someone calling the police if it got too loud. Therefore, I went over to our neighbor's house and rang the doorbell. Surprised to see a strange girl at his doorstep, he asked, "Can I help you?" I replied, "Yes. First of all, we're having a party Saturday night and you are welcome to come if you want. Second of all, if it gets too loud, we'd appreciate it if you came over and told us to be quieter instead of calling the cops. Thanks!" He looked at me like I was a little crazy (which I am) and said, "Uhhh....thanks, but I'll be out of town anyway." I also talked to his roommate on the stairs one time when I was leaving for practice.
And yet, we never recognized each other until we began talking about our living quarters.
We talked to them for the next 3 hours until the lights came on and the bar closed. We were shocked that time flew by that quickly. They were good guys. I'm glad to have them as neighbors.
This morning I took out the trash after my run and ran into them as they were coming home. Carrying trash that smelled like rotten eggs and spinach while sweating in spandex with no makeup (looking COMPLETELY different and totally unattractive compared the night before), I was embarrased when they still recognized me and yelled "HI NEIGHBOR!" I tried to hide under my baseball cap and I think it maybe worked.
Gosh, it's so nice to finally get to know your neighbors. Especially when they're hott. Looks like I'll always have to be on top of my game when it comes to taking care of myself now just incase we run into each other coming and going from our apartments...I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing yet. I'll keep you posted.
This story involves me, 3 of my best friends, and the bars in Dallas. It goes to show that even though the population of the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex is over 6 million people (with Dallas alone having 1.3 million), it is a very very small world out there.
We arrive at one of my favorite bars around 11:00 and I spot a prime table. We sit down, order a few drinks, and immediately begin laughing. Gosh, I love them.
I have the best seat in the house: my back is to the wall and not only am I facing my friends, but I can see everyone in the entire bar...including a table of guys who keep nonchalantly looking up at us. (We're sitting in a tall table and they're in a lower one). Kind of smiling to myself at how hard they're trying to not be obvious but inevitably are, I start laughing inside when I see them nod to each other, stand up, and approach. My friends are deep in conversation. 'This is gonna be good.'
"Hey," they say as the smile and lean into the table. "We were wondering if you girls would switch us tables?" My friend Ashley immediately says, "Sure!" and jumps down off of her seat. "Ashley!" I say in a urgent but hushed tone, "They don't want to switch us tables--they're hitting on us." And anyway, I'm not giving up this table to anyone. She's a little embarrassed, but it's really not that big of a deal. She'll learn that when guys don't have any good pick-up lines, they'll eventually come up with some lame comment or question that at least does the job of starting the conversation. Needless to say, their approach worked.
After talking to a surfer from Hawaii for 30 minutes, my roommate yells across the table, "HALEY! This guy lives in our condo complex!" Ok, our condo complex is not big at all. This was shocking. After a few minutes, we come to find out that he is our next door neighbor. My roommate shares a bedroom wall with him and we can hear him in his kitchen when he makes breakfast in the morning...weird. I was floored.
It got even weirder when we discovered that we had actually talked to each other before. Around this time last year my other roommate and I were throwing a big party. Both being under the legal drinking age, we were semi-worried about someone calling the police if it got too loud. Therefore, I went over to our neighbor's house and rang the doorbell. Surprised to see a strange girl at his doorstep, he asked, "Can I help you?" I replied, "Yes. First of all, we're having a party Saturday night and you are welcome to come if you want. Second of all, if it gets too loud, we'd appreciate it if you came over and told us to be quieter instead of calling the cops. Thanks!" He looked at me like I was a little crazy (which I am) and said, "Uhhh....thanks, but I'll be out of town anyway." I also talked to his roommate on the stairs one time when I was leaving for practice.
And yet, we never recognized each other until we began talking about our living quarters.
We talked to them for the next 3 hours until the lights came on and the bar closed. We were shocked that time flew by that quickly. They were good guys. I'm glad to have them as neighbors.
This morning I took out the trash after my run and ran into them as they were coming home. Carrying trash that smelled like rotten eggs and spinach while sweating in spandex with no makeup (looking COMPLETELY different and totally unattractive compared the night before), I was embarrased when they still recognized me and yelled "HI NEIGHBOR!" I tried to hide under my baseball cap and I think it maybe worked.
Gosh, it's so nice to finally get to know your neighbors. Especially when they're hott. Looks like I'll always have to be on top of my game when it comes to taking care of myself now just incase we run into each other coming and going from our apartments...I'm not sure if this is a good or bad thing yet. I'll keep you posted.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
My Bathroom Loathes Me
This is not a real blog post. It's just a short little story showing that my bathroom will never, ever be ok...even if it is "fixed".
I was showering the other day in my bathroom that (after 4 months) finally has a ceiling. All of a sudden, I hear something scraping the (also newly fixed) tile and then BAM the shower curtain and rod basically attack me while I'm trying to wash my hair. I let out a loud scream as I fumble with soapy hands to grab ahold of the askew shower curtain while conditioner runs from my silky locks into my eyes and mouth. Blind and trying not to die via soap poisoning, I manage to tame the crazy curtain, but only after it's managed to knock everything off of the counter, arrange itself in such a way as to channel the water from the shower right onto the floor, and knock me straight in the head.
Seriously, has my bathroom taken on a mind of its own? First it tries to electrocute me with the wires in the ceiling. Then, it invades my privacy by refusing to let the door shut any time I try to go to the bathroom. And now it tries to knock me unconscious while I'm trying to take a shower. Really! What has a girl got to do to groom herself?!
I was showering the other day in my bathroom that (after 4 months) finally has a ceiling. All of a sudden, I hear something scraping the (also newly fixed) tile and then BAM the shower curtain and rod basically attack me while I'm trying to wash my hair. I let out a loud scream as I fumble with soapy hands to grab ahold of the askew shower curtain while conditioner runs from my silky locks into my eyes and mouth. Blind and trying not to die via soap poisoning, I manage to tame the crazy curtain, but only after it's managed to knock everything off of the counter, arrange itself in such a way as to channel the water from the shower right onto the floor, and knock me straight in the head.
Seriously, has my bathroom taken on a mind of its own? First it tries to electrocute me with the wires in the ceiling. Then, it invades my privacy by refusing to let the door shut any time I try to go to the bathroom. And now it tries to knock me unconscious while I'm trying to take a shower. Really! What has a girl got to do to groom herself?!
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