Monday, June 23, 2008

I was positive he was going to jump.

Pensive men terrify me. Not that thinking and being lost in thought is such a terrible thing, but when it comes to a straight man, doing it on the roof, at 11:30 a.m., it's downright scary.

But that's exactly what happened Sunday morning as I was taking in the sunshine with the latest Cosmo (go ahead and stone me) on the roof of my apartment building. 

My goal was to count sailboats on Lake Michigan (I got up to 78 last week), learn what Carrie Underwood thinks is her best body part and get some color in my cheeks for an impending wedding. Not my own of course.

And then he showed up. 

No book. No magazine. No bottle of water. He opened the door to the roof. And walked straight the edge. And just stared. And stared. And stared. 

Given the fact that there are some cranky people in my building (I'm relatively certain my neighbor across the hall hates me because I held the door open for her one day. And the sad part is, I'm not even kidding. She gave me the stink eye and then started muttering loudly when I attempted to show her a little common courtesy) any desire to ask him what was wrong was quickly ignored. If he wasn't going to jump off the roof, I certainly didn't want him throwing me off. 

He stared. And stared. Through me reading an entire Entertainment Weekly, he just stared. Clutching his cell phone, which I was half expecting him to throw into the apartment building across the street. 

After about 30 minutes of the staring, I was beginning to wonder if I should hightail it off the roof and seek sunshine somewhere else or abide by some strange Christian sense of obligation and stick around, letting him be, but keeping close tabs on the man lost in thought. 

Taking my cues from the Beatles, I let it be. And after about an hour of staring off into the lake, he turned and left, whatever thought process he had come up to work on clearly accomplished.

And with just a hint of a tan and a sigh of relief that my Sunday afternoon wasn't going to turn into the opening shots of a Law & Order episode, I did too.  


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