dream on.

Today, after several months of trying to get my hot neighbor's attention by dressing in pretty clothes and wearing make-up, I decided that it is a lost cause. This morning, I slipped into a pair of faded jeans and a white t-shirt and only wore lip gloss and was leaving my house to walk to Starbucks. I meet him in the hallway and Mr. Usually Oblivious says to me "You look pretty today," and asks if he can join me. All this time he's just been waiting for me to be myself. Average is good. MLIA.