Saturday, January 9, 2010

"Hi, my name is Bob".

I was getting out of my car, lugging groceries.  He appeared beside me.

He'd been chatting with the neighbours down the ally.  The ones whose lives I covet.  She is beautiful and blond, he is tall and handsome, their newborn child is precious.  Their dog is named Bella, they drive Land Rovers and live in a big house.

No, I'm not stalking them.  Here in Corona Del Mar we live on top of each other.  Everyone hears and sees everything.

"I was just standing behind you at the grocery store." He said.

"You were?  What did you buy?"

(I hate myself when I say things like that.)  I mean, why did I say that? 
He extended his hand.  "My name is Bob.  I live a few houses down. I hope to see you around.


SweetPeaSurry said...

OY!!! I like this Bob already!!! Is he available? Can you grope him in the produce aisle?

Inquiring minds!!!

secret agent woman said...

Good start...

SSP said...

Bob, huh? i can't wait to hear his nickname!!