2005-07-05 - 11:18 p.m.
Further evidence my condo was a porn palace in a prior incarnation*
Got home at 10:30 from dinner and my place is fucking roasting, so I left my front door ajar and sat on the balcony enjoying the sunset. I heard a knock and it was my hot neighbour from across the hall "just making sure everything was okay." I lamely laughed and told him it was too hot to sleep, blah blah and he returned with a big fan for me to borrow, and then just waltzed right in to see if I had a ceiling fan fixture. 20 minutes later and it dawned on me I must have come off like a totally lame Elizabeth-Taylor "Cat-on-a-Hot-Tin-Roof" character. Shameful...
*Last summer, I was reading and sipping iced tea when a supertanned, muscular maintenance worker jumped on to my balcony from below/above/Jupiter. I sat there blinking at him as he made small talk and thought, Oh, so this is how letters to Penthouse are written...
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