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Unrequited, and Almost enough sleep (not)

Neighbor dropped by to get the hell out of his apartment this evening. I had earlier quietly informed Sis about his crush on her (he knows damn well she's taken, and is currently in the process of smacking his head and saying "D'Oh!" regarding his own general common sense in having fallen for her) and cleared up all misunderstandings with her on that front, so that she groks the uncomfortable position he's in rather than thinking he's a perv who doesn't give a damn if someone's taken or not, which was what she was thinking at first.

Argh, but sometimes that woman will not hear anything that's not what she already thinks she's hearing, and we had to grab her by the shoulders and say "You listen to me now. He's not going to try anything. He knows you're taken, and it's not changing. He's not going to try to change it. He's in the process of being miserable and smacking himself on the forehead and saying 'D'oh! She's taken! I'm such an idiot!' and if you do anything to him to make him feel worse when he's already feeling this bad, I'm gonna have to hurt you."

This little dialog was inspired by the moment when ... well.

So Sis's computer is completely broken, and she has to call upon someone to fix it. Neighbor is a computer guru. She calls upon him. Yesterday evening, she announces her intention of stopping by his place to tell him such and such regarding the computer.

"Not in that shirt. Go change," I tell her.

General confusion on her part. It's a good shirt, a nice shirt, it looks good on her. That's the problem.

"He's got a crush on you," I say.

After initial disbelief, Sis goes into a long tirade about men never knowing when to quit and several elaborations on the concept "can't he see I'm taken," and many references to black candles.

It was at this point that I had to grab her by the shoulders and explain the concepts of "unrequited 'd'oh!' crush" and "unnecessary cruelty." Sure, she would have noticed nothing out of the ordinary had she gone over to Neighbor's place wearing the backless shirt that emphasized her breasts, but Neighbor would have noticed, and Neighbor would have, after she'd gone, probably had to smack his head into the wall a few times.

"Ok, ok, a sweatshirt it is," Sis said.

She went; she came back. Nothing happened. I was telling her in enthusiastic detail about my plans for Saturday when Neighbor showed up on our back porch. Sis made chocolate cake with plenty of chocolate chips and we watched Blade. I started dozing off but failed to capture Neighbor's shoulder by sneak attack. He's right: he really *is* slow when it comes to perception of "she is hitting on me". He eventually left; I eventually headed in to my room in anticipation of a few hours of sleep.

Dave was online when I got in. I pretty much fell asleep on him in the middle of the conversation, though, and woke up a while later and said a rather lengthy goodnight.

My sinuses are clogged and it makes me miserable. I reset my alarm for seven this morning, in hopes that an hour and a half of extra sleep would do good things for me.
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