hello sweetie

my doormen are a bunch of friendly people. i have 2 favorites- a rolly polly old man and another one who has never failed to greet me: hello sweetie, how are you?

my heart always flutters when he says that. i like it that he calls me sweetie.

so guessed who i bumped into round the corner of my gym this morning? the second doorman. to my amazement, he said, good morning sweetie, how are you?

so he recognizes me not just at the entrance of my apartment. had a warm fuzzy feeling.