the boys next door

So as I may have mentioned... no one lives in these apartments. Of my four floor building, there is one other resident who lives on the floor below me, across the hall. It is like a ghost town.

I was going down to my car to grab some pictures when two boys popped out on that boys' balcony and asked me if I lived here. I said yes, introduced myself, they said hi, and disappeared. This was around 7 or 8.

At 9:30, I get a knock on my door. To put this into perspective, I have eaten dinner, proceeded to spill it all over the couch (okay, I did that first, then ate it), cleaned up dinner, put away various odds and ends, organized the desk, looked over some bills and paperwork, and have been scanning pictures in my pjs. As I mentioned in my last post, no bra. I am currently wearing a pair of Jon's boxers and a navy tank top.

So there is a knock on the door and I look through the hole and see it is the boys. Two have beers in hand. Classy.

I answer and proceed to half-cover myself with the door so as to not show my tribal-side. I also strategically place my other arm on the door to cover up the other breast. I think I managed to look comfortable, despite feeling totally awkward.

They are all "hey" and I am all "you guys look like you are in high school". It made me laugh.

They introduce themselves. The first one is "Jimmy". But say it as if you own a pick up truck with a confederate flag on it and go deer spotting for fun on the weekends. I laughed in my own head over his strangely hickish accent and did not catch the rest of their names. They remarked about how no one lives here (I know) and that they are bored (obviously, they are knocking on my door at a time when most decent people are winding down their evening). They ask if I live here by myself. I *thankfully* said, well, I am getting married in a month, and my fiance is moving in then. Am I imagining the crest-fallen look behind their eyes? SWF?! I think not!

They ask what I am doing, I say I am watching tv. They marvel over the fact that we have cable... apparently they have been trying to get it for weeks now. Shrug. I tell them my fiance took care of it and the Comcast dude came right away.

Over and over I am silently thanking God for Jon in a way I never realized I would. It is such a pleasure to know who my future lies with. It was so comforting to be able to tell these boys that I was getting married. Its 24 days now! Holy cow! (I should also mention that my incredibly awkward position by the door put my ring on prominent display!)

Anyway, they say we should hang out because all they have done is watch movies since moving in. Part of me feels a bit moved to say yeah, hang out... there is wii, there is game cube, there is cable, and there are probably movies you have never even heard of here.


But I was not that nice.


I laugh and ask how old they are. Turns out 18, 20, and 25. Giggle. They ask in return. Giggle. I tell them I am a lot older than I look. I am tempted to tell them 30. I don't though, I am not that evil. I tell them I am 27 and one of them manages to pick his jaw off the floor enough to concur that yes, I do in fact look younger than I am. They ask me if I get carded. I say yes... because I assume I would if I ever went to bars and attempted to buy a drink.

They go to UTI. I think it is UTI. It is basically an automotive school. And an acronym for urinary tract infection. Do they know? I doubt it. They say if I ever need car help, to let them know! I tell them I may take them up on it.

I tell them I teach Biology. They all tell me they hated Biology... but, the 18 yr old says, it was because the teacher was, like, 45. GASP! ANCIENT! I laugh on the inside again, but it is stopped by an appraising look that says to me, if my Bio teacher was a young thing like you, it would have been a different story. Gag. Time to make my exit.

I explain to them that I go to bed at like 10. Which is true. In fact, its 3 minutes past my bedtime. They tell me they will be up til like 3. I say well, its been nice to meet you, I will see you around. They take the hint and realize that they will not get into my apartment for my cable or for any other reason. Ew. Ha.



I promptly called Jon, thanked him for being my "fh" and begging him to come home soon. I dont know what it is about being engaged, but ive had more guys approach me in the past 6 months than they EVER have. No clue whats up with that. But it can stop. Seriously.