My Bulgarian neighbor stopped by today. He invited us for salad on Saturday. He mentioned something about being too feminine the last time he knocked on the door (“so you probably didn’t hear”). I told him that my passport is slated is to arrive by the end of the month, and he said something about kidnapping me for a trip (“don’t worry”) that I would return from.
Then I returned a call from this dude Peter who is auditioning singers for his rock and roll band. Only when I asked how many people he’s auditioning it sort of sounded like it was just me. Red flag? I’m supposed to audition/jam with him on Saturday, which will interfere with the salad date with my Bulgarian friend, but I’ll probably flake out on the audition like I do with the majority of Craigslist opportunities that come my way. Most Craigslist opportunities, let’s face it, should be flaked out on. Especially when you’re as impulsive as I am about responding to posts. And most especially when responding to posts finds you knocking on the apartment doors of strange Peters.