Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else

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Because He Just Might Be In Porn Business

My neighbor's occupation has been the topic of many conversations between me and my chemistry people, for I have strong beliefs he might have a porn business going on right next door.

Why would I come to this conclusion, one might ask? Well, he always has many (read: tens and tens) different female visitors on a daily basis. Maybe he is just a lucky fella? Maybe so, since he is quite handsome. Yes, but see this: I was walking up the stairs at the same time as another young blonde girl. That blonde smiles at me:
"Are you here to see him as well?"
I raise my eyebrow. As well? "Uhm… I live here."
She then got all flustered and awkward silence followed.

And using this incident and other facts, I used logic and deduced: porn business.

While, quite outspoken and in-your-face type of a person, I failed to question him or even blatantly introduce myself. Fortunately, he did that himself. Today.

Location: the stairs. I was walking up while he was making his way down. We almost passed each other without any word or eye contact exchange, when all of the sudden he stops. He calls out towards me: "Hey, who are you?"
I raise my eyebrow, in the WTF expression. "Uhm… I'm your next door neighbor."
He looks me up and down and over, and smiles more to himself than to me. "Good. Good to know." And continues walking down the stairs.

No. That was NOT awkward at all.

11:58 p.m. - October 12, 2008

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