Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Why, I Otta...

We've been living in this house for just over half a year now, and in that time I have probably spoken to my neighbour two, maybe three times, though my mom and brother and sisters have spoken to him a fair bit. So it came as quite a surprise a few Saturdays ago when I was trying to sleep after my night shift to hear a knock on the door. I scrambled into my ratty old sweater, smooshed my hair down and opened the door to my neighbour. He was all clean and bright-eyed. I was bleary-eyed and bra-less. He very nicely asked if I wanted to go for coffee sometime and handed me his phone number. I didn't know he even knew my name let alone whether or not I was date material.

Turns out my sister, Tammy has been spreading the good word about me. She told him I was single, that I cooked all the time, that I love to bake. She told him to come over to supper (without his baseball cap), with flowers, showered, nice clothes and that there would be pie to be had. And me.

Sigh.

14 comments:

Cecily said...

That is hilarious. Kind of. Is he good looking? Will you say yes?

Cecily said...

And oh gosh... there's nothing worse than being bra-less when you want to be poised. All I usually have to worry about though is the postman delivering parcels while I am in said state. Speaking of which... did you ever get a card from Tasmania?

Angela said...

hmmmmmm. well, since i am googleable and this site is pretty easy to find, i wont say too much. we talked on the phone last night for a long time. he's funny. i like funny.
...and it's just possible that i have cards for you and deanna and mike and maybe, possibly haven't sent them yet, and maybe am feeling a lot of mail-guilt and very grateful for the original gestures of kindness, but wanted to send my card in the mail and surprise you back before saying anything. and now it's been a really long time, so it really would be a surprise because i keep forgetting to do it. maybe.
(thanks a million! wow. your printing is perfect. mine, as you will one day see, is a disaster.)

Aaron Stewart said...

Are you sure you haven't unintentionally stumbled onto the set of an ABC drama?

Anonymous said...

Fantastic! I am so glad that you have family looking out for your well being.

Karen

Fred Rogers said...

Oh, HELLO Neighbor!

Sandy's Notes said...

Well, now he's seen you at your worst and it's all uphill from there. We really want to know if he's cute and dating material for you?

By the way Mr. Rogers, aren't you dead?

Ann said...

I love Mr. Rogers but, dead or alive, he was never very sexy to me! So I wish you a little more than that....

caroline said...

Ang, I can't believe you finally talked to him on the phone and didn't tell me yet.
I like funny too.

Deanna said...

This is the blog dead people feel free to comment on. Still amazing...

Mike S said...

He saw you when you considered yourself at 'less than presentable' as dating material, yet you say he's funny and you did one of the most intimate things already: TALKED!! Sounds as though he might be a keeper:)

Cherie said...

Bated breath - I await another portion of your new development with bated breath.

Cherie said...

And I even misspelled baited - proof of my anticipation?

(Must be all the Valentine's Day hoopla that's got my brain buzzing around the words and deeds of 'love.')

Angela said...

aaron, i know! ridiculous. that's almost exactly what i said to my mom.

karen, i think i'm going to drag her along with me every place i go. she's clearly more adept at this than i am.

oh, fred!
you love cardigans, children and music. i love you. (but you scared the crap out of me.)

sandy,
stop in for coffee and i'll let you know?

ann,
really? the dead part not so much, but he's nice. nice is sexy.

caroline,
i didn' tell mom either.

deanna,
maybe they prefer pre-resurrection (or pre-eternal death), to dead.

mike,
well, i'll keep him as a neighbour at any rate. i'm not moving for a while.

cherie,
i didn't notice the spelling, but i'm a self-confessed illiterate bum. i think it's the valentine's day hoopla that's got me writing all this romance crap. yikes. back to decent blogging soon!