My neighbor is really cute. I have a small — say 10% — crush on in him in an endearing way. We only bump into each other in the elevator of our building except that one time last year when he was also standing in line at Paisanos on Christmas Eve with his wife and his even cuter kid, and was still sweet enough to make small talk.
He’s always wearing some trendy long sleeve by Stüssy or Aimé Leon Dore, and those Birkenstock slip ons that every Brooklyn boy has, just to do laundry in the basement.
Before you get carried away, this isn’t a story about home wrecking.
We must be around the same age because he always asks what I’m up to (I’m usually going out) and he comments about how his life is so laid back and boring now. I would write him off as a dickhead for saying stuff like that but really I know he’s joking because when I see him with his little one slumped over his shoulder and his wife next to him, he’s always smiling.
One time, he commented on how I was always going out (I said I was headed to a friend’s birthday which I was admittedly very overdressed for in a new Realisation Par dress) and that I should think about cozying up since it’s winter after all.
He might as well have just said cuffing season.
I laughed and told him, I’m trying lol.