10-08-2007 - 8:53 p.m.
It only took a year, but I'm finally friends with Corvette Man!
Yes, THE Corvette Man, aka my slutty neighbor.
I went out with him and his friends one night back in the summer and we had such an awesome time together, but then after that we'd just pass each other, say hello, and that was that.
I mean, what do I have over the strippers he usually dates?
Well, apparently alot. He came over on Friday night for a drink and stayed for 7 hours. And I swear that in those 7 hours all we did was talk! And talk. And talk some more. Who would've thought that a crazy party guy with a revolving door of girlfriends and a quiet school teacher with a heart on the mend would have so much in common? It turns out that despite outward appearances, we're actually very similar people living very similar lives dealing with very similar issues.
In those 7 hours I also concluded that we're meant to be really good friends, but probably nothing more. Yes, I'll always think he's hot but I don't think I'll ever act on it. But it's nice to know that the boy next door truly has my back.
