I love my neighborhood and I’ve always loved wondering aimlessly taking in my surroundings. So I often find myself out walking around in the evening possibly catching up with friends and family on the phone or just walking and thinking. Where I live now there are ton of houses that I like to refer to as “mini mansions” all around. It’s the type of neighborhood where every house looks as though it could star in a movie all by itself. Circle driveways, long walkways to doorsteps, large patios, 1 floor, 2 floors, Spanish influence, Castle like turrets, gated, non gated, huge trees and red doors. Every one has its own personality and story.
A couple of weeks ago I headed out from my apartment on a walk. Shortly after entering the sidewalk of the main road a car drove by me (which of course, is not unusual for the main street). I did the sort of sideways glance at the car as it passed that most people tend to do while walking down the street. I noticed that the car pulls into a drive about two houses up on the opposite side of the road. A rather nice house, which if you look at the side next to the lake you can see they have a boat dock in the lake with a pool deck/hot tub as well. As I walk up past the house I notice a man probably in his early 40’s get out of his car in the garage and head inside, I feel as though he glanced my way but I was unsure. A couple of seconds later he comes out of the house and heads toward the trash can while calling a hello to me across the street. I return the greeting and begin to continue on my way when he walks toward the end of the drive and asks me, “Did we get any rain here today?” I respond that we did get a good amount for about an hour or so but that was all. He continues to make a little small talk about how we need the rain and I continue with some small polite responses.
The conversation seems to wind down very quickly and just as I believe our exchange is finished and I’m ready to continue with my walk he calls, “Want a beer?” and gestures to his house. Quickly my mind works; I would love to see the inside of that house, this man is definitely older than me, what are his motives, there is a basketball hoop in the drive, I’m only 28 and look young for my age at that, he can’t live in that house alone, two car garage plus an extra car port, does he have a wife? “No thanks,” I reply “I actually just woke up from a nap and am trying to get my body functioning again. Thanks again though.” “Alright,” the man says as he ducks his head and makes his way back into the house.
The last thing I need is to be the subject for the next Lifetime movie.
