A Sunday Morning Spur-Of-the-Moment

Here is a spur-of-the-moment blog entry, just to get it off my chest.

I recently bought a condo here in Yuma. It’s a townhouse and it is decent but nothing fancy. My neighbor from two doors away is this single man. I know he is single because there is always only one car in his two allotted parking spots. Call it either curiosity or nosiness, but I have noticed that no one goes in or out of his condo but him. He is a nice looking guy who has a bounce in his step and a sexy body, not that I have seen him other than fully dressed. For the last two months I thought he was in his late thirties or perhaps forty. By coincidence, yesterday we went to our group mailboxes at the same time. I got my first close-up look at him, particularly at his face. I thought he might be forty, well the reality is, he has to be at somewhere around fifty.


He said hello at the mailboxes and then he asked me if I were the tenant in #5010. I told him that I was. He then politely stated that his name is Brad, and he told me his address, as if I did not already know that. He asked me how I liked the neighborhood and I told him “so far so good”. He was very personable. He looked at me when I spoke as if he were interested in what I was saying. He then told me in a lightly humorous manner which area filling stations typically had the lowest gas prices, and what grocery stores had the most bargains. “Fry’s has the bargains,” he said, “but Albertsons’s has the quickest checkout. Take your pick.”


He then said that if I ever needed any furniture moved, he would be willing to come over and help. He added that if I needed any plumbing work done, I’d have to call a plumber. “I cannot plumb,” he said with a smile. “I’m no good with tools.”


I thought about Brad off and on yesterday, and this morning I woke up and the first thing I said to myself was, “My god Katie, the guy could be fifty!” Yes, just for a moment I had a reality check, a brief spurt of good sense, but then, just fifteen minutes ago, I looked out my window to see if his car was there in one of his parking spots. Argh!