My brother George arrived last night. After taking two trips to bring all of his luggage up to my condo, we settled in for some TV and conversation. Then I was off to bed. We didn’t get in each other’s way this morning before I was off to work and he was off to his class.

We’re both homes now. He is sitting on the floor in my computer room sharing my wireless internet connection. I won’t say what he is doing on the internet or who he is chatting with. That’s his business.

But I was chatting with him trying to think of what I could write about tonight and he disagreed with my idea. I wanted to write about the fact that even though we are twins (fraternal), we are very different people. I wanted to write all about our differences but he decided that would be too much.

Instead, I realized I hadn’t checked my mail yet because the mailman was STILL putting the mail in the boxes when I got home. So I gave up on the conversation with George to ride the elevator down to check my mail.

When I walked into the mailroom there was a guy checking his mail while talking on his cell phone. It reminded me of a blog entry I just read about an hour ago on a blog. So I get my mail and this guy gets his and we go to the elevator. I wasn’t really paying attention to him because I was annoyed that he was talking on his cell phone. The elevator door closes and he loses his connection. With the annoyance gone, I got to check him out a little closer. He was a little hottie! He was about an inch shorter than me, he had a goatee, strawberry blond hair, and a decent build. I also checked out his hands…no ring! I got off on my floor and he continued riding up to his floor. Of course, I noted what floor button he pressed. He’s probably not gay but very nice eye candy. As I got off the elevator I realized I’d have to write about that.

I told my brother about the hottie in the elevator and he asked if I talked to him. I said no of course. I told him I’m shy and don’t know what to say. It’s true. Then I told my brother I was going to write about this and that I needed a picture of him sitting on the floor with his laptop. He got all mad and started saying I couldn’t use his picture because I didn’t have permission. I told him to complain to the hotel management. He just laughed.