>Two nights in a row some random dude has come to my front door. OK, I only know for sure that it was a dude last night. Tonight I didn’t bother getting up off the couch to see who it was.
It’s never who I want it to be…one of my crushes. He just happens to be driving by my house and thought he’d say hello.
Last night, I peeked through the blinds to check out my visitor. In the seconds that I separated the slats, I saw the guy’s eyes start to roll my way. It was like one of those slow motion moments in a CBS crime drama.
I don’t know or care if the dude caught a glimpse of my face. I still won’t answer the door unless he calls first.