Trieste is equal opportunity, unless you're a moron or a jerk or I just don't like someone ...
Then again, I think Mr. Trieste should be nominated for sainthood on the grounds of being married to me, so equal opportunity might not be a good thing.
You know, Kythia, the more you play Hard to Get, the more it makes us obsess over you. At this rate, several months from now, every single last one of us is going to be standing on your front lawn holding a boombox that's playing Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes".
I was actually thinking about this earlier, in an attempt to mentally procrastinate from the paper I'm supposed to be writing (right now, incidentally), and I think I would make a different music choice. If you're going to go the boombox route, it seems like you should go the Color Me Badd route, and then you might as well put some honesty in it and just play "I wanna sex you up".
Hopefully the creepy guy one apartment over wouldn't get the wrong idea, though. >.>