Just when I'd started to breath easier about coming and going from my apartment, I met Miguel in the parking lot when I got home from a meeting at church Monday evening. We chatted as we walked upstairs; I divulged that I was coming home from church, and learned that he was just getting home from work, which consists of remodeling in the winter and general construction during the warmer months. So far, so good. We arrive at our doors, and we say goodnight.
Exiting my apartment yesterday morning, I discover a post-it note stuck to the baseboard outside my door (see Exhibit A, below). Although his willingness to attend church is endearing, any hope I'd had that Miguel is simply interested in building up a little neighborly rapport was squelched by the heart and the lips. LIPS! Apparently Miguel is from the School of Coming on Strong...or an avid Pictionary player.