June 9, 2016
I have done my fair share of writing, most of it technical or
business related. To call myself a writer is presuming a lot and it's a
stretch for me; but I can confess to being a story teller. A coach that I have been working with for awhile told me that I
should do a blog because she learns something from me every time we talk.
I'm going to give it a try.
I was sharing with her that the man 3 doors down the hall asked
me to dinner last Friday evening. I was aghast and speechless. The age difference is significant. He
finally responded with, "Well think about it." I replied I
would and went inside my apartment, he went down the elevator. I never
thought of him in that way and the limited conversations we've had over the
past couple of years have been nonsense. Nonsense is: Him:
"Not a hair out of place as usual.", Me: "Oh, I'm sure there's
one somewhere, but thank you." Him: "Wait, yes, I think I
see one in the back." Me: "LOL...thanks, have a good
day." This occurs almost every time I see him, which isn't often.
How can an 80 something year-old man be as awkward as a teenager?
What I will
tell him, whenever I see him again, is that I have learned the hard way not to
date your neighbor (or co-worker, boss, etc.). True, if all goes well you
could have a fabulous new friend; but if all does NOT go well, you have an
enemy that you will come into frequent contact with, feel awkward around and
possibly find yourself taking great pains to avoid. So in the end,
my neighbor is geographically undesirable and will be told no in response
to his dinner invitation.
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