In a sense of understanding the wife’s perspective, proximity is just as important as the other major factors that affect how likely a relationship is to begin. There was a cool study of college students who lived in an apartment style building that showed you were most likely to begin a relationship with the person who had a door immediately next to yours. The only exception to that was for the person who had a door immediately next to the mailboxes. Proximity matters because it lets another person see you enough to form opinions based on a lot of interactions, and we all know someone who ‘shines’ despite their physical looks.
Plot twist: new neighbor was wearing a shirt that read, “I <3 dad bods,” and was already flirting (asking for help moving boxes /eyeroll) with the guy in sweatpants.
Just as an aside, I would do this regardless of my interest. If I’m moving and there’s someone watching, I’m going to try to enlist help. They can say no and I won’t be offended in any way, but I’ll give it a shot, because moving sucks and it’s faster with more hands. I won’t gush about how strong the movers are or anything, but I will offer them beer/pizza afterwards.
I mean, come on. Being not too proud to ask for help, allowing someone else to feel useful and genuinely being appreciative of their help? That’s pretty fucking hot to be honest. Maybe I’m a slut for being made to feel useful and appreciated.
In a sense of understanding the wife’s perspective, proximity is just as important as the other major factors that affect how likely a relationship is to begin. There was a cool study of college students who lived in an apartment style building that showed you were most likely to begin a relationship with the person who had a door immediately next to yours. The only exception to that was for the person who had a door immediately next to the mailboxes. Proximity matters because it lets another person see you enough to form opinions based on a lot of interactions, and we all know someone who ‘shines’ despite their physical looks.
Plot twist: new neighbor was wearing a shirt that read, “I <3 dad bods,” and was already flirting (asking for help moving boxes /eyeroll) with the guy in sweatpants.
Really sad that so many people are closed-minded about relationships with mailboxes.
You wouldn’t believe how many people go postal once they see my tramp stamp.
Just as an aside, I would do this regardless of my interest. If I’m moving and there’s someone watching, I’m going to try to enlist help. They can say no and I won’t be offended in any way, but I’ll give it a shot, because moving sucks and it’s faster with more hands. I won’t gush about how strong the movers are or anything, but I will offer them beer/pizza afterwards.
I more meant that sometimes requests for help are seen as flirting, when they’re about as casual and commonplace as can be.
I mean, come on. Being not too proud to ask for help, allowing someone else to feel useful and genuinely being appreciative of their help? That’s pretty fucking hot to be honest. Maybe I’m a slut for being made to feel useful and appreciated.