did we ever doubt why i've had people (independent of one another) call me katie scarlett?

i'm a horrible person. that's all there is to it.
ukrainian maintenance man has smiled at me differently the last two times i've seen him. instead of his face lighting up, he looks a little uncomfortable, and perhaps a little down. i'm finding it extremely irritating. he's supposed to smile at me like he's happy, almost relieved actually, to see me. he's supposed to smile at me like just seeing me brightens his day. now he doesn't, and all i want is for him to smile at me like that again. no, i don't want him, but i want him to like me, because i am just that vain and heartless. my impulse is to flirt my way back into his good graces; string him along with just a little hope. there's no reason why i couldn't do it. i can be alluring when i want to be.
oh, i'm a horrible person.