Witness to the Late Night Visit

Ahh... done the report. For the most part. Just a few tweaks and my work will be at rest. At least in that big of a lump. Been feeling slightly overwhelmed the last few days but it seems to me, pressure is relieved.

The other night, I sat outside having a cigarette. It was probably around 11 or so, after I got done watching one of my all time favorites movies, Pay It Forward, and I was chatting for a few minutes with my sister-in-friend when out of the corner of my eye I saw a car pull up. Some sort of white model something or other. I glanced over to see a guy walking toward me. A bottle in hand (non-alcoholic, I'm pretty sure) with a bit of a tipsy swagger to him. By that time of night, during the week, it is usually pretty quiet without many visitors to be found outside my little apartment building. I watched him without staring and he looked like he was coming right toward me. As he slipped up the steps past me, he rang the buzzer for the apartment next to mine. A single girl lives there too. A gorgeous Asian-American, to be more exact. This guy was cute but suddenly my stomach turned.

I could feel the now debunked neighbor in the way this guy was showing up. I mean, I don't know it for sure but I really kind of hope not. I wanted to knock on her door (but didn't because that would just be uncomfortable and completely out of place) and remind her what she's worth. Granted, she may not mind or that may not be the situation at all. Something just felt so wrong with it. There are very few women who are truly "ok" with this type of thing. Not that it NEVER happens but it's rare. The booty calls and the one night stands seem to have lowered men's expectations of what we should be and it has definitely knocked the level of generalized respect down to almost nothing, at least in my experience. Or maybe my experience is flawed, maybe it's just been the men I've known.

But, then again - I've also known some good ones. They're the ones who are willing to wait it out a bit, willing to actually go to dinner with you. I haven't fallen for any of them but they're out there. Proof positive in some of my best friends and my family members. I guess I'll just keep my eyes open in case one of the good ones comes along, who also happens to look good to me.