Hey everyone! I'm back. Sorry for the long absense, and right as things were heating up with this weird middle-aged love triangle! Sheesh. So let's get caught up, people!
Ruby's visible unhappiness and sarcastic comment go completely unnoticed because it SO doesn't occur to the Professor that there's a problem with being "just neighbors."
While Ruby continues her Spurned Neighbor act without an audience, Bobbie pretty much asks the Professor point blank for sex. Of course, this is kind of a conflict of interest, since he's kind of her doctor, kind of, so he'll graciously decline I imagine.
OR NOT! In a big surprise to no one, Doctor Professor has no conception of doctor-patient boundaries. In fact, according to Apartment 3-G standards, he's already made it to first base (a firm and hearty handshake).
Not much to say here, except that Bobbie is certainly looking very upper east side in that bluish overcoat.
And finally, let's start boozing while we can! Bobbie will not let up on the sauce. This might be second base in A3G... I have to think this out.
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Bobbie certainly works fast. How did she know Aristotle didn't have somewhere else to go/something else to do?
Also, Margo, clean up Ruby and bring her up to sophisticated NYC standards.
FINALLY.
:)
I think Bobbie Merrill is me 30 years from now.
Casey: I don't know what you mean exactly, but that's a horrible thing to say! I hope in thirty years you're not jumping in front of buses to get attention (although I have to say, it 100% worked, so I'm not sure what the takeaway there is).
I think I can envision just the right setting for fleshing out another set of baseball metaphors... and it will be happening next weekend. I hope the condo has a porch!
(And a view of Jamestown Road...? No?)
Cheer up, Ruby, you know who would have been THRILLED by that description? Taser Lady. "After all, what kind of a world would it be if we didn’t look out for our NEIGHBORS?"
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