The Boy Next Door
I'm convinced that everyone in New York City spys on their neighbors...at least the ones that walk around shirtless displaying their perfect mid-sections. Luckily my roomates and I have some delicious eye candy across the street to admire...and admire we do...all the time. Watching the guy across the street is like tea time... it happens everyday and it usually involves cookies. We wave at and dance for him , we parade around-or at least I do- in our undergarments. We are not quite sure if he watches us, but he has on occassion waved back.
We like to pretend that he's incredibly gorgeous and single. My roomate constantly insists that"we are all delusional"...but we like to joke that he fantisizes about us...three gals living together in a far too small apartment. But instead of Three's Company, our living situation is reminiscent of Old School meeting Sex and City...mainly frat girls that love Dave Chappelle and fantasize about Veuve Clicquot and Christian Louboutin.
Our last stalking session involved my roomates, returning from the Dane Cook show a little tipsy and craving pizza. As we chowed down Ray's Pizza we opted for our favorite autumn pastime... and no not the Bears vs the Giants...but watching the hottie across the street.
We like to pretend that he's incredibly gorgeous and single. My roomate constantly insists that"we are all delusional"...but we like to joke that he fantisizes about us...three gals living together in a far too small apartment. But instead of Three's Company, our living situation is reminiscent of Old School meeting Sex and City...mainly frat girls that love Dave Chappelle and fantasize about Veuve Clicquot and Christian Louboutin.
Our last stalking session involved my roomates, returning from the Dane Cook show a little tipsy and craving pizza. As we chowed down Ray's Pizza we opted for our favorite autumn pastime... and no not the Bears vs the Giants...but watching the hottie across the street.
posted by RebeccaMariaCecilia at 9:16 PM
