Utter Shit

Dear god, do you think I am stupid enough to make out with a neighbor?  One who shares common walls with me?  HELL NO!  One who is not going to buy a house with me?  Hell no!  One who will not tell me his age (which has to mean too young, right?)  One who drives something small, white and loud?

HELL NO!

So anyway….when the doorbell rang I was oh so hoping it was bachelor #2.  But things tend not to work that way in my world.

Instead, #1 wanted to make sure I stumbled home the 6 feet between the other neighbors house and mine and was safely inside.  Then he wanted to meet my cats.  And he kept creeping into the (very messy) house (which sort of gives me hives).

Then he made me walk into the bachelor pad from hell next door to meet his cats.  It is now about 3am for the record.

He then walked me back home…another 10 feet, and I was all KTHXBYE! and ran into my house and into bed BY MYSELF PDQ.

Now, I have a raging headache.  And a wedding reception to attend in a few short hours.

There is no sign of Bachelor #2.  I could find out anything I wanted, but I am not sure I am ballsy enough to ask.   I dunno.  Short.  Of Irish decent,  I believe (no accent or I would have humped his leg).  He was the male version of me – which is sort of masturbatory and hot all at the same time.