Its Free Coffee

I wonder why I get myself in these predicaments. I’m a private person, I get home, I pull in the garage, shut the garage door. I don’t socialize with my neighbors around here, they actually are just there for the noise. I like people don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want to make friends with these idiots. Here’s where the story begins. I should have known….

I had taken the garbage out one day and happened to walk past one of these neighbors washing his truck. He said “Hi”, introduced himself, asked me if I was the one with the white Altima. I should have known…. We exchanged pleasantrees, he told me he hardly saw me out, and I said “I sleep and eat here, I’m out a lot.” Its really none of his business what I’m up to, I hardly know this guy. That was that, I hadn’t seen him for a few months until my doorbell rang and it was him. I normally don’t answer the door at all, my friends will call me if they are in the area, they won’t just show up unannounced. I answered the door nicely and he had asked me a few questions that seemed normal, like if I had boyfriend, if I wouldn’t mind going for coffee one night…blah blah blah. I’m like, ok, no problem, this dude is harmless. It took a lot for him to come over and ring my doorbell and ask. Whatever, he’s harmless. I shoulda known..

The next night my doorbell rings again and I’m comfortable on the couch watching a chick flick, well its him and he asks me for coffee. So what the hell, its free coffee! Let me get this straight, I think I would have been a little bit more excited had he been anything but attractive, sparks flying, yadda yadda. But I didn’t see it like that at all. I get my free coffee and he’s doing all the talking which was fine, because the day I had I wasn’t really up for starting a conversation myself. Its about time someone does all the talking! Haha. He tells me he ‘finds me attractive’, aw that’s nice, this guy has no idea that I’m just not into him! OK, so anyway, he also tells me this..which is basically a no no when you first meet someone, rather than when you meet someone even if you’ve known them for a long time. He told me he’s nosy, he knows when I get home, my picking up the mail pattern. OK that really creeped me out, and I got real quiet and just wanted to get the hell out of there. Thankfully it was time to jet and he said goodnight, shook hands and that was that.

12 hours later I’m closing my curtains, shutting my blinds in the front windows..I feel like I’m in the bungalow all over again when the neighbors were within throwing distance and their kids would leave their toys on the front yard. I shouldn’t feel like this in my own place, now I feel violated somehow. I’m not sure how I’m gonna handle the next encounter besides not answer the door unless I know who it is for sure. But my new stalker has got to go.