Thursday, October 14, 2010

The one about the cute neighbor...

Living in Lalaland I have noticed that it is weird to know your neighbors. Driving alone in our cars for hours on end, stuck in heavy traffic has made us antisocial. Where I grew up we had a block call list, block parties during the summer, BBQ's, and events that brought the community together. Here people rush out of their apartments to their cars hoping they don't get mugged and when someone does approach, the other person is freaked out by the interaction. Which brings me to my story...

I'm not sure how long ago it was that the girl moved into the building across the street(Henceforth known as Cute Neighbor). What I am sure about is after she moved in she left a note on my roommates car. All it said was,"
Hey I have seen you walking down the street to play volleyball on the beach. I like to play volleyball and have been looking for people to play with. Here is my number ***-***-**** give me a call. Cute Neighbor."

Now the odd part is my roommate doesn't play volleyball, but our cars are similar and both are parked in front of the apartment so she could have gotten them mixed up. So my roommate, called her and told her he didn't play volleyball but if she ever wanted to get a drink or what not. He of course told me this story three days after the fact and I asked him why he didn't mention that his roommate plays volleyball every weekend.. with all the locals... and in fact there is an email list for the courts so people know when others are playing. He just smiled and said,
"Oh yeah, I didn't think about that."
Time went by, and I forgot all about this random interaction with Cute Neighbor... until today. Now I have noticed Cue Neighbor and her really big sunglasses walking into the apartment every once in awhile. In fact, since I know pretty much everyone who lives around us I have even thought about introducing myself. There really never was a moment when we were walking on the same side of the street, so it just hasn't happened yet. Today, while I was driving down a busy street through the downtown of my beach community I looked over and saw a very cute woman walking in the opposite direction carrying a large heavy bag... She looked familiar but I couldn't place her, so I continued driving to pick up my repaired surfboard.

A little side tangent, I broke my surf board during a huge swell two weeks ago. The fin box got ripped out and I lost one of the fins. When I brought it in to my surf shop, the dude behind the desk told me I'm lucky I didn't break my board in half. The amount of force it takes to rip that out of the board could have not only done worse damage to the board, but screwed me up as well. This also occurred to my new awesome 5'4" Biscuit that I found in perfect condition on a used board rack. I was bummed...Well, it finally came back and 85 dollars later... I guess I'm surfing again this weekend.

Back to the story, about a block past the woman I realized why I felt she was so familiar...it was the giant sunglasses and that woman was in fact Cute Neighbor. Being on a one way street I realized all hope of turning around and offering her a ride to her place was lost. I continued on my way to pick up my board.

When I returned to my place I put my board back in its resting place on the rack in the garage. As I exited the garage and started to walk around the corner to the entrance of my building Cute Neighbor came walking out of her apartment. I looked back at her and she waved and I smiled and we continued on our way.

So my problem...I need to have a conversation with the Cute Neighbor. But how do I go about doing this? As I stated at the beginning, Lalaland is a place of people not approaching each other. How do I approach this woman I have never met on the street and not make it weird? Go ahead Internet community, give me some advice, and make my return to blogdom worth it.