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Dear Ms. Demeanor: Life after neighbor sex

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Dear Ms. Demeanor,

After a particularly long and brutal board meeting, a neighbor and I went out for drinks. Following too many ginger mojitos on my part, we went back to my apartment and did the deed. It was nice but not particularly memorable and I do not plan to do it/him again. He has been calling and texting. Help!

Signed,

Screwed

Dear Screwed,

CSBN (casual sex between neighbors) is a long and glorious New York tradition, just like the Nutcracker at Lincoln Center or the ball drop at Times Square. New Yorkers love convenience and proximity and that is about as convenient and close as you can get without co-signing a lease or mortgage.

Let him down easy as you would any other undesirable suitor: "Michael, it was a great night and I had a lot of fun but I am not interested pursuing the physical relationship any further. I hope you understand and I hope there are no hard feelings."

Assuming he is a decent guy, any further contacts in the elevator, laundry room, or board meetings are only as awkward as you make them.

Easy on those ginger mojitos next time,

Ms. Demeanor


Ms. Demeanor is channeled by a longtime Manhattan vertical dweller and real-estate voyeur who writes under the pen name Jamie Lauren Sutton. She is here to commiserate, calm and correct. Please email your quandaries to msdemeanor@brickunderground.com and put "Dear Ms. Demeanor" in the subject line.

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