A tale of friendship scorned
So, a while ago, when the superlicious Sarah was visiting, we had a wee dinner party – on a school night, nogal. Ended up with the smokers in my room having a few cigs out the window. And, after more than a couple of glasses of wine, we weren´t being particularly quiet. Cue the guy from the flat next door poking his head out the window and asking, ever so politely, if we wouldn´t mind keeping it down a little, since he did have work tomorrow. So did we (well, some of us) but in his defence, it was the witching hour.
Cut to a few days later, I had an Amélie moment, and decided to sally forth in the spirit of making friends with the neighbour. So I stuck a note to his door. Can´t remember it verbatim. But it went something like this:
Please accept this sincere, if somewhat tardy, apology for our raucous behaviour on Wednesday night. Do you fancy going for a drink some time this week in recompense? You know where to find us…
Yours in contrition
(I considered including something along the lines of “we will never be so noisy again, at least not so late at night”, but didn´t want to make a promise I couldn´t keep.)
A couple of days after this, I received the following :
Thank you for the note.
I´m keen for a drink sometime. I´m not often home so give me a call/text on xxx xxx xxxx & we can arrange to meet.
So I gave it a few days and texted him. And he didn´t text back. After a week or so, I sent him another text, and he replied and said sorry he´d been busy, and he´d be in touch on the weekend. But he wasn´t…
Whatever: I am like *so* over it. But I don´t quite get it. I mean, this isn´t about him just not being that into me. I was merely extending the offer of a friendly drink. Admittedly, from what I recall, he was fairly cute. However, I´d like to state that in no way did this influence my actions 😉 What puzzles me, is that if he
didn´t want to engage with the noisy, kooky neighbour, why did he give me his number?!
So, the question I´m asking you, my dear readers, is am I weird for instigating the whole note-on-the-door spiel? How would you have responded to such a gesture? I await your comments in anticipation, since I will prolly never be privy to neighbour boy´s view on this matter.
Personally, I feel the fact that I´d rather be having a drink with the mysterious 315 right now than writing about him on my blog shows I´m more human than freak. Pity 315 never bothered to find this out for himself.