Remember when I wrote about the really lovely and sweet guy who starting working my building’s receiving room? I wrote about him several times, in fact.
You remember: I called him “Receiving Room Guy” and I wrote about how I gave him my pancakes. Then I wrote about how he was practicing bass guitar in the, you know, receiving room, then how he and I really were starting to be friends and how he was sewing. Then I wrote an open letter to him because I was feeling weird about continuing to have a friendship with someone who I had blogged about to thousands of people.
Well… There’s been a development.
An extremely interesting one. I mean, even if it wasn’t my life, I would find this development interesting. If you were me and you told me (?) this development, I would maybe have to go get a bucket of popcorn.
And tomorrow, I shall tell you what happened. Why not tonight? Because I have to tell this thing exactly right and writing is hard. The development is just 24 hours old and a girl needs to think for heaven’s sakes. You’ll have to tune in tomorrow to find out just how delicious a story it really is. For now, I’ll tell you three things:
- I read him the letter.
- While we were sitting on my couch Sunday night.
- I have Mariano’s permission to both tell you his name and the story of what happened.
See you tomorrow.