Ok, there is a danger that monitoring the movements of my neighbours will turn into a bit of an obsession. I am turning into a spying spinster. I wrote last week about the curious movements of my downstairs neighbour. Her odd schedule involving a wheelie suitcase seems to have stopped by the way, much to my chagrin as I was thinking I might be able to set my various clocks by her movements.
There are two further flats on my floor. In one of these flats live a couple and another guy. Three of them in the flat. The girl is probably THE most beautiful girl you have ever seen. My mother gushes ‘she is so stunning’ every time we bump into her. I bumped into the guy, the one who I don’t think is part of the couple, this morning when I was leaving the flat to take Baba to nursery and to go to work. I had Baba in one arm and the buggy in the other. I was about to carry both down the stairs when he asked if I’d like any help. Well of course I would. I willing accepted.
Now, this guy is cute, a bit skinny but really cute. He was also very polite and asked me how I was settling into the block and whether I liked the area. Well of course I am settling into the block – I occasionally bump into him, and just looking at him occasionally would help anyone to settle into a new home.
I have made the assessment that this guy is single. I don’t have any knowledge upon which to base this assessment. I just think he’s single: Why would a guy who was in relationship be living with a couple? I accept that he could be in a relationship and just not living with his partner. He could also be the second boyfriend of the very very lucky girl who is living on the flat. She is ‘stunning’ so this may not be that surprising.
Even if he is single he’s too young for me. I reckon he’s in his mid-to-late 20s and let’s face it, no 20-something year old in his right mind would go for a single mother in her mid-30s. Obstacles aside though, from now on I will time my exits from the flat to coincide with his (from my hall window I can see into their kitchen which is near their front door).
You never know, this could be the start of a beautiful relationship… and if not I am sure he will politely and obligingly carry the buggy down the stairs for me. More likely, this infatuation will just prompt a little more spying, this time from a different window.
I think I am turning into the neighbourhood watch…or a slightly obsessed spying spinster who has nothing better to do of an evening.