My Neighbor's Girlfriend

Posted by Jess is Jess , Wednesday, January 27, 2010 Wednesday, January 27, 2010

I am little obsessed with my neighbor. And his girlfriend.

Not in a weird way.

That's not true - this is pretty strange.


My neighbor across the hall is a very charming, handsome European gentleman. I'm fairly certain that he is from Spain or some similar Mediterranean type location.

He is delightful.

He is very polite and helpful and quiet.

Do you know who is not quiet? (I am not the answer to this question, you smart-aleck)

His girlfriend.

His girlfriend is not quiet or charming or helpful. (I don't actually know if she isn't helpful or not) She has an annoying laugh and a rolling backpack and I do not like her at all.

I'm sorry but she is simply not good enough for him. She's not pretty enough, not smart enough, not charming enough (I also don't really know if this is true or not either)

I realize that it's clear that I am not living the most interesting life given my most recent obsession (listening for them in the hallway) and that this is unbelievably judgemental and not at all founded in any sort of reality (except for her annoying laugh) but I just think that he should be with someone more chic or something.

But as my dear Tony said:

"Respect the delicate ecology of your delusions."
Tony Kushner (Angels in America, Part One: Millennium Approaches)

3 Response to "My Neighbor's Girlfriend"

Anonymous Says:

hahaha, jess! I love you

-Mary

Deborah Magers-Rankin Says:

Do you also entertain the delusion that he should be your boyfriend? You know, "methinks thou dost protest too much." (There could be a variety of spelling errors as I attempt to quote Shakespeare.)

Jess is Jess Says:

Well, Mommy - that is surprisingly not part of my delusion at all. I'm not right for him. Too American. I think that is part of the problem I have with the girlfriend. She just seems far to uncouth. I don't know. I don't even know him at all but I imagine that he would fit into a French Salon or some such nonsense.

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