Colorado, from a New Yorker's point of view

For those following the saga of the girl next door…

One of the first times I talked to her she had just started reading George Orwell’s 1984.  She was hosting a book club meeting later that night.  Fast forward about three weeks and she’s sitting on her porch about 1/2 way through the book.  I understand it can be hard to find the time to read, but if you’re hosting the meeting and thus picking the book I think it is expected that you finish it on time.  It is somewhat disrespectful to the other members who might have struggled to complete the reading on time and here she canceling, and presumably continually rescheduling the meeting.

As a new friend I decided to get her this:

When last I mentioned the girl next door I was wooing her with brownies. She’s a big Rockies fan and since the Mets were in town I took her to the game last night. I was able to pick up field level seats, just pass third base. The tickets were $40, but they included $10 worth of meal credits. This is so much cheaper than comparable seats at either of the NY ballparks. One weird thing about Coors Field, they have pine trees growing in the outfield.

The stadium was pretty cool. I’m not used to a stadium in which you can safely walk around the neighborhood after the game. Citi Field, where the Mets play, is in a horrible neighborhood that’s filled with chop shops. It’s probably the only stadium in the country where you you can get the VIN’s filed off a stolen car while you watch the game.

The date, and I’m calling it that since I paid for the tickets, went well.

I’m fairly big into music.  I pretty much always have music on.  My computer is hooked up to my stereo.  I can pretty much play anything (except vinyl, which is still in NY) in my collection on a moments notice.  I always have a variety of playlists ready to go for any occasion.

I understand that not everyone else is like this.  Sometimes people can only play whatever CD is currently in their CD player.  I’d like to think that the more “into music” someone is the more accesible their collection is.

But this is where I get confused.  The other night I was hanging out with this girl I recently met.  She’s in a committed relationship.  As we drink more I kind of get the impression she is flirting with me, but since we just met and I don’t know her that well I assume it’s just her personality.  Then she goes to the stereo to put on music.  Anyone want to guess what she plays?  I’ll give you a hint it’s a Bad Company song.  That’s right ‘Feel Like Making Love’.

If she wasn’t in a commited relationship it would be obvious where this was leading, but she’s in a relationship and I’m not down with that.  And then again maybe I’m just reading too much into her song selection.

I decided I could either job hunt or I could hang out in the kitchen and bake brownies for my neighbors.  There is a cool couple next door with a very large garden.  I want to get on their good side and hopefully I’ll get rewarded with some fresh vegetables.  The neighbor on my other side can be hot or cold, so I figure a batch of brownies will buy me some goodwill.

Then there is the girl next store.  She’s an attractive blonde, but possibly high maintenance.  I figure brownies would be the perfect way to befriend her.

I whipped up a couple of batches of brownies and I set off to give her some.  My first two attempts failed because she wasn’t home.  As I walk across the street for the third time, I notice a package that was lying outside her door was no longer there,…she must be home.  I ring the bell, moments later a young athletically built guy answers the door.  “Okay, pause for a moment” I tell myself, show him the brownies and explain why you are here. “  WAIT STOP! “don’t say  you are here to woo his girlfriend, bad answer, make up something about being new in town, being bored and wanting to bake instead of job seeking.”

As we’re talking he says “My roommate will love these.”  Roomate?!, Cha Ching!  This doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a boyfriend, it just means it’s not this guy.  The girl next door then walks over, I retell my story about being new in town.   She clearly asks if I’ve met her “roommate.”  After a little more small talk she asks if I want to join them for a beer in an hour.   Sweet.