Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Be Careful What You Wish For.... You Might Just Get It
Ah, yes...You might have guessed it.. Some remember the crush I've had on my next door neighbor and the strange way in which we "met". See, we haven't actually met yet, we've just been leaving notes on each other's doors. Ever since the pigeon incident of a few weeks ago.
Last week my friend told me I blew my chance with him. In my last note I put on his door, I told him it was nice to meet via note and wished him a good weekend.
My friend told me I closed it.
Well, I guess I didn't because I received the best note I've ever gotten in my life. Yes, it was THAT good to come home to see this note with his.....just as I had wished for...prayed for...and asked for.... E-mail address! That's right- contact info from hot neighbor. I couldn't ask for anything more! Well, a job maybe but hopefully that's another good story someday.
Yes, me and gorgeous next door neighbor are now e-mailing and.......he wants to meet!
Now I know, I am getting way too far ahead of myself. But exciting things don't happen to me often so I first call my good friend in Alaska as we are both hopeless romantics (it must be a Libra thing). Surely she says, "Oh my gosh, and you met through a pigeon.. I can't wait to tell this story at your wedding!"
Then I call my old friend. She's a real spirtual type. She gave me an angel statue I put on my window where I have my St. Anthony medal. He is the Saint you pray to for help in finding something. When traveling abroad and I see St. Anthony's statue in churches, there are hundreds of prayers written on notes. I actually wrote my own to him last summer. My secret is every morning since I moved into Tudor City, I ask him for to bring me a good guy. So of course my friend is floored and thinks that St. Anthony brought the pigeon to my window. (Again, if you haven't been following, I will not again tell the silly pigeon story but it is what prompted the door notes). But it's nice to think, right.. A prayer answered?
Then I talk to my friend who isn't at all the hopeless romantic type. In fact she is paranoid and doesn't even go on blind dates because she is afraid any guy she meets blindly will turn out to be an axe murderer.
Her response was much different: "You don't even know him. Don't you dare go over to his place alone at night".
Me: "He's my next door neighbor, I'm sure he's not psychotic. Plus I saw him before all this happened and he is gorgeous".
Friend: So was Ted Bundy!!
Okay, that was a good one of her's (and true) but really...I'm finally feeling excited here, I had to hang up before she totally burst my bubble or whatever that saying is. Can't I just be excited?? But then the crazy thoughts start...
Maybe that hot guy I saw that night wasn't really this guy I am communicating with but it was my neighbor's grandson or nephew and I'm going to go over there one night and this neighbor is going to be a 75 year old man who is lonely and wants some company.
I do go in and it IS him. I am so in awe that I go speechless. Then it all goes bad -I notice a picture of him and his girlfriend and then I see he has a cat. I don't like cats- they give me asthma. And I realize he is inviting me over because he wants someone to look in on his cat while he's away. After all, I tried my hardest to save his apartment from a pigeon attack...I must be a nice person who would watch a cat. (not)
I must shut up now with the nonsense and just normally go meet the guy with zero expectation. And if I do continue to know him as a neighbor, hope to God he never finds this blog. It happened to me once with a guy and sure don't want to re-live that again.
See how crazy the mind goes when you have too much time on your hands to think?
I know, I know.. Just see it for what it is. Two people who want to meet their next-door-neighbor. He has probably lived here a while without meeting his neighbors either as most NYC dwellers live their lives.
But isn't life always nicer when you do know your next door neighbor...and like them?! Really, I know the chances of what I dream of are one in a million but hey, at this point, what is my life without dreams? After all, my old friends didn't nickname me Hope for nothing.
(((Next post:))) Girls I have met lately told me they are all fed up with men here. My West coast friend says she can't believe what we NYC women put up with from these guys. We think the reason is because there are so many more women than men, the men figure they can be asses whenever they want.
On one hand I think maybe I should just give up on the whole find a relationship idea and just join 'em all with the casual flings. But I can't seem to do it. I don't know if it's just the way I am or how I was brought up but it's annoying being this way at times, and probably makes my life a lot less fun. Sigh.
So I decided to sign up for Match again. I really don't enjoy the on-line thing but hey. It's something to do. After the horrific dates of last week I figure can't get much worse and I better keep myself in circulation to resist the urge I usually get to hide under a rock for the year.
Brunch date I actually talked to online when I first tried Match a couple years ago. He doesn't remember this though. After talking to my new friend in the city, we realize she had a date with brunch guy months ago! We were both left with the same impression - nice guy, but way too feminine.
Next Match date: "tea for two". That's how he titled his e-mail. Not quite sure what to expect from a guy who asks you on a tea date, but hey, I'm up for anything lately. I'll take a walk on the wild side and go for tea. Haa!
Now for my neighbor story. I thought I finally had THE perfect way to meet him...
We have push-out windows here with no screens. The hugest pigeon I have ever seen almost flew right into mine when I ran to shut the window. It then flew directly into my neighbor's window!! Yes, the cute guy. So I changed clothes fast, made sure there was nothing scary looking on my face like last time and knocked on his door to warn him about the pigeon. Who would have thought? A pigeon to bring us together! Well, he wasn't home. So I looked in through his window and there was the disgusting pigeon hanging out inside. I called management and they couldn't help. So I figured I better leave a note on his door so he doesn't have an attack when he opens his door and a bird flies into his face. I signed the note with my name and apartment number. There was absolutely no reason to do this, I know.
Coming home late that night I was hopeful for a little note on my door back. But nope, nothing. So it could have been a great meeting story - we met through a pigeon. But I guess fate needs another nudge.
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