Nausea.
Was chatting with Lab Rat in my room last night when there was a knock at the front door. Crept up to the door, looked out, and lo and behold, it was Next Door Neighbor! At 10:15 p.m. on a Tuesday! Has he no shame? Of course, our TVs and lights were on, so naturally he had to know we were awake. We chose to keep quiet for awhile and not answer the door … two women in an apartment should never open a door to someone they don’t even know at that hour. Ludicrous.
But darn it, since Saturday, I’ve been tiptoeing in and out of the apartment so as not to attract attention. This is just stupid. I should go over and talk to the guy (after I open the door, of course!), but frankly, even if his interest is innocent, I still just don’t want to start something when I am perfectly happy keeping to myself.