Moving into Mob Territory

I'm officially moving into my apartment in Providence December 1st, thank APA. I've got the whole job/school thing figured out so I figured it was about time to get the hell out of New Hampshire.

When I went down to the complex to go over paperwork and last minute things, I had a rather odd sense of deja vu. At first I chalked it up to the fact that I'd been down there the previous week, but looking at the street signs as I was leaving I realized I was literally 2 streets away from Afro Boy's place. That wouldn't really be noteworthy if he had stayed disappeared. The past few nights, moreso the horn-fest last night, has been filled with dirty text messages any where from 2 in the afternoon to 1 o'clock in the morning. I'm trying my hardest not to get wrapped up in things because he's the classic wishy-washy WTF Is He Really Thinking Guy, but his humor and cuteness and that goddamn afro have made it near impossible for me to ignore.

Of course living in that close proximity could be good (i.e. frequent sexcapades), but this could all backfire. It could be like we spend time together, then more time, then we get annoyed by eachother, and then bumping into eachother at Whole Foods gets awkward. He'd disappear of the face of the earth again and I'd be stuck at home reminicing about his hair.