outside, lookin' in.

One of my other favorite Kevinsims to tell (Katie and I both retell it frequently) is the one about our first day of class over the summer.

We had one of those small, stifling rooms on the 4th floor that had no windows or ventilation, so we propped the door open for air.

We were going around the class of 9, introducing ourselves. Katie and I were sitting in the back row, and it was her turn to speak. I was seated next to her, and was watching her as she spoke, but my concentration was totally blown when Kevin appeared outside our open door, directly in my line of sight with Katie.

Halfway through her "I'm from Wyoming and..." talk, I caught Kevin's eye and he stood back, licked his lips, and nodded. I, of course, started to laugh. And Katie, of course, had no idea why. Kevin stood out there for the duration, smiling and nodding at me whenever I looked up from the safe wood-like pattern on my desk.

Only when Katie was finished was I able to nudge her and nod towards the door, indicating the source of my giggles. Then Kevin gave her the "wassup nod" and moved on his way, returning to the open door on occasion to check, presumably, that we were safe and sound under his watchful eye.

Kevin, the smooth-talkin' security guard

For anyone who knows him, he needs no introduction.

But for those who don't - let me tell you a thing or two about our man of honor.

Kevin is a security guard at a building in midtown Manhattan. Kevin is brutha, a brutha with a navy blue jacket and big bottle-cap glasses. Kevin greets every single female to the building like he's gonna worship her for life.

"Wassup girrrrrl."

"How you doin' girrrrrl."

"Baby, you make my day better just by being here."

And the beauty is, just about every female in our academic program who has passed Kevin semi-weekly has had to flash a badge and maybe a smile to get access to the elevator. And never, never does he let anyone pass without a pickup line.

This blog will document our journeys with - and without - Kevin, the smooth-talkin' security guard.

For laughs, here is a link to one of my earlier stories: Mack Daddy.

-Stephanie