This happened a little over a year ago when I was 24. I had been living at a new apartment complex for several months after moving to a new city. It wasn’t a huge complex. Maybe 40 or 50 tenants, but it was nice and affordable for the area, plus the apartment manager lived in the building.
This is important. Take this a life tip if you want, but when apartment searching in a city, try to find buildings where the manager lives on site. Why? Because then you know the building is halfway decent. It won’t be roach infested or anything, you know? They’re not going to live with that shit. But if the manager lives off site, then it’s a bit of a gamble. They likely wouldn’t put in as much effort. That’s just how the world works.
Anyway, the manager of this apartment was named Maria. She was in her late 40s and lived there by herself. Maria did not have a perfect body. Most people don’t. She had some extra weight on her, but she had one of the kindest faces I’ve ever seen. It was just pleasant to look at, which might sound weird, but I don’t know how else to describe it. I LIKED LOOKING AT HER FACE, OKAY? She also had some, uh, healthy looking lips? I don’t want to say the other term for them because it sounds douchetastic, but you get the picture.