So...I'm A Creep

Dear Mystery Boy,
Thank you for being friends with the girl across the street. Today you pulled up in a jeep wrangler wearing a beater, preppy tan shorts, and a delicious tan. I strategically looked at you from the front window and made some extra trips up and down the stairs at the off chance that you might see through the glass door and fantasize about the 'hot neighbor girl' across the street stutting down the stairs, hair bouncing in slow motion as the sun crept in and perfectly shaded my face. I contemplated taking the dog for a walk and allowing her to accidently run over to you, but then I remembered that it was 7:30 on a Saturday night and a lonely girl walking her dog didn't seem so cool. I really hope this isn't one of those cute from far, far from cute situations...

I'd look good in your jeep,
J