creepy or kind?
what the fuck is wrong with me that I could even think for a second, ok, creepy, thanks, but no thanks. then I realized why I thought that.
- yes. he's very nice to my dog whenever we run into him in the hallway.
- yes, we've exchanged pleasantries. you know how you do.
- no, we've never had a discussion.
how did he know I was moving? is he a tenant tracker? a chubby chaser? does he sniff fat chick panties? is he trying to fuck my dog? steal my dog? is he paying a fat girl karmic debt? is he trying to boost my credit card for itunes? what is the deal? why the sudden interest in helping sowlicious move? what's in it for him? there has to be something in it for him. you know it and I know it.
you appreciate my concern, right?
from what I know of him. he's really nice. very athletic, easy on the eyes, but come on, it's SO not sexsssual. I don't even want to fuck me right now. it's got to be something else. so, what is it? what's he after?
the fact that I even think all of that really bothers me on several if not all levels. am I so jaded and so far gone that I am mistaking kindness for creepiness? now that's creepy.
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I fell clear off my chair at that, Katster. Luckily, a huge pile of beige and pale pink size 24 bloomers, none less than a year old, and all with suspiciously stained gussets, broke my fall...
Assume he is a nice guy that wants to help.
Even if he proves otherwise, you'll get your stuff moved.
thank god I'm not a 24, god knows I could be there in a lick and a promise.
not to negate what I said about never delegating. if I do need help schlepping and, or installing, I prefer to hire someone who does that. so, that's what I did. I hired a schlepper.
ok, so I'm phobic of feeling beholden. it could be worse. I could be one of those life sucking vortexes of need.
good independent or too independent or have we hit yet another semantics impasse?
Sounds like a girl's definition of a date gone sour....
That said, I am so with you. Oy, peas on pods, you and I.
You should look for the real warning signs. Does he throw off bad vibes? Is his furniture and apartment covered in plastic and/or aluminum foil? Are there band and circular saws in the living room, where there is no wood at all to be worked on?
Does he say that Anthony Perkins and Glenn Close were "misunderstood" in certain roles? And does he bring this subject up, often and unasked?
For the most part, yeah. We're brought up not to trust "strangers", so no one is used to kindness from people they don't know.