The Boys Next Door

More from the single life of Kristen

So our balcony (or sad excuse for a balcony) faces the balcony of some attractive young men (football players). Annie (roommate) and I started the semester coyly taking peaks across the way occasionally. We had a monumental moment when one waved at me, he broke the look-only barrier. We then became involved in the blind game--they open their blinds, we open our blinds. We take a not-so sly glance to see who is home and usually get caught by one of them looking at us. Occasionally one will wave and we gladly wave back. Now our roommate Kali has joined us in the couch-blind game. The three of us sit on our couch with the blinds open and wait for one of them to wave; when one waves we wave back and laugh hysterically because we think we're so funny. Now you may think, why can't they just go over and say hi? It's almost not possible. To go over and formally introduce ourselves with a plate of fresh cookies would ruin the game. We couldn't sit on the couch anymore and get our daily wave. Now this doesn't mean that things can't change, but for now we enjoy the couch.