Monday, October 18, 2004

The boy next door.

Charles from the grocery store next to my bookstore - who now wishes to be known as "Charlie" - called me on Friday night, and we're supposed to go to coffee tonight or perhaps sometime this week. He hasn't called me back since Friday.

But I saw Charlie late Saturday-early Sunday when I was out with Hennessy post-reunion.

When he called me Friday, I found out that Charlie lives in my apartment complex in the building next to mine. And he knows some of my friends and neighbors.

So I'm going to have to clean my apartment. (Charlie says he's going to have to clean his, too.)

And I'm going to have to decide if it's worth seeing him as anything other than as friends because, you know, I don't want to have to move.

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