I am in an elevator in a large apartment building with a complete stranger. I am delusionally trying to convince her of the validity of my potential relationship (with the guy who lives in the building).
Hi. I'm Sarah.
You know Johnny?
Johnny Doe?
He lives on the 7th floor...
6'5... Dreamy eyes... Dark hair... Really good looking...
I'm sure you know who I'm talking about.
He is pretty hard to miss. *Elbow jerk*
I'm here to visit him.
(Was visiting him)?
Funny story.
We met through a mutual friend, we hit it off and have been texting continuously for like 2 weeks now.
As luck may have it, HE has eyes for ME.
I'm a bit nervous.
No. I'm confident.
My psychiatrist says I need to approach romantic situations with confidence.
*deep breath*
He likes me... I mean... I'm likeable.
RIGHT?! I mean, of coarse.
You like me and you just met me.
I'm likeable.
NOT TO MENTION
He always texts me first.
I mean, that's gotta mean something.
He hits me up first thing in the morning, and texts me all day until we go to sleep. He likes all my facebook posts AND instagram photos. That means that he is thinking about me all day. He is absolutely smitten. It's so cute.
So you're going to be seeing a whole lot more of me around here. Late nights, early mornings. Who knows, I could be your new neighbor in the near future.
Hmmm... Mrs. Johnny Doe.
*hums the wedding March while exiting the elevator*
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