"One day, I'll manage to break you down, baby. One day, you'll realize what a great opportunity you have with me, and you'll kick yourself for wasting all of this time, baby..." says my neighbor on the first floor.
Apparently calling me "baby" and attempting to remind me about his prowess in all things that I may (or may not) find desirable is his way of reaching my...pants? Or not.
"You seem to always know what I'm thinking," he said the other day.
"Really," I replied dryly.
"Like I bet you know what I am thinking right now," he said.
"Actually, yes. I think I have some idea. And in response, I will tell you that there's NO CHANCE IN HELL."
I consider him warned. How about you guys?