Say Yes to the Address

Looking for an apartment is seriously like being on Say Yes to the Dress. I have the most wonderful broker - she's really great, hasn't pressured me into anything, really honors my budget, and has been showing me great locations.

Manhattan apartments are so quirky. All the ones I saw today (I saw five) were a no go, and my broker was like "Yeah, none of these are you." We were in one and there was this giant Narnia wardrobe like thing in the kitchen, and we were like "What's in it?" The shower. You open it up, and there is a shower. You literally climb into this wardrobe and take a shower, in the kitchen.

My broker said that when you find the one, you just know and you can feel it. No tingly sensation yet, although all the areas were, again, absolutely amazing, they just didn't have a living room, and that, come to find out, is the most important thing to me.

I get back from looking and open the door to my apartment building right now, and there is my super Winston sitting on the stairs. Earlier today, around 9am when I was still sleeping he kept knocking on the door. I did NOT want a repeat of last week, so I didn't get the door, and finally he left. I slipped out of my apartment later, and passed him while he was talking with someone so he wouldn't see and ran. So there he was, several hours later, waiting.

Him: I have a parcel for you.
Me: Oh perfect. Should I wait for it here...?
Him: I knocked on your door earlier to give it to you. (Narrows eyes) But you didn't answer the door.
Me: Huh, that's weird.
Him: (walks to elevator) Hold on let me order some food.

He calls some place and orders a pastrami sandwich with American cheese and a Pepsi.

Him: Alright darlin' come on in. (I follow) You know sometimes I don't want to cook fish, I just want to order food.

THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH. The elevator always smells like fish, and now the answer is solved - it's because of Winston.

We get into the elevator and go to the basement. He opens the door and motions for me to come in, he has gotten a recumbent bike since the last time I've been down there - must be working on his fitness. He hands me the package and gets in the elevator with me, then stares at me.

Me: So how have you been doing?
Him: Working. Working all the time. Sometimes I never even go outside.
Me: I'm sorry, that sucks.
Him: Yeah. But that's okay, (Blatantly stares at my chest) because I know you're going to go out with me sometime.

And with that he gets off at the first floor, and I continue up.

Now I absolutely need to work on homework. I'm super thankful I didn't get an internship, because my course load is actually pretty heavy. For one class alone I have to watch four movies, read a play, read a couple of chapter in another book, write a paper, and watch a couple of episodes of The Odd Couple. I also need to start watching as much I Love Lucy as possible. This is all for Writing for Television I, we're focusing on classic tv and will write an episode of Lucy.

Then I have a million other things to read and write about for my other classes. It's crazy, but I love it.