Neighbor Scouting

At some point, K (my roommate) and I need to make some new NYC friends. She reads this blog and I know she won’t take offense to this as I know she agrees.

This wouldn’t even be a post topic for some as certain people, extroverts if you will, can simply walk up to an intriguing looking person, have a two minute conversation with them, and deem themselves “friends”. “I think I shall call up Bobby from the Pathmark isle tonight. He was a nice chap and mentioned that we should meet up sometime while discussing our interest in domestic beer and cold cuts.” Yeah, no. With me that would never happen.

I have made a few work friends. But those friendships take a while to blossom from work time conversations to after hours events. You really can’t push those friendships. 1. could get awkward and 2. if it did get awkward, you have to see them everyday and they know who your boss is.

The girls who lived upstairs when we first moved in have now moved out. We were first pissed off by the replacements. Hammering things at 11 pm WILL piss your neighbors off. However, as their stay in our building extended, the noise changed from hammer to what we believe to be high heels. High heels wearing at late week night hours must mean they are going out. Could this mean they are cool? Cool going out during the week people?

Then another night we heard a guy voice. Boyfriend? Date? Whatever, who cares. You brought an often thought about but seldom seen man creature into our all girl building. You’re cool.

With all this I have become very intrigued by these new neighbors; however, have yet to see either of them. (I presume there are two as it is a two bedroom and no one in NYC can afford a two bedroom as an individual. It’s just simple science.)

So last night we heard an upstairs girl voice descending the stairs. K and I immediately met eyes. You thinking what I’m thinking?, our eyes said. Then we darted to the peep hole.

Me: What does she look like can you see her?

K: Hold on, stop pushing...she has a…suitcase?

Me: Is she alone?

K: Oh…uh oh. (moving away from the peep hole)

Me: what?

K: ummm I think she heard us. She like stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked around.

Me: That’s embarrassing.

And then we shamefully went back to our designated couches to continue watching TV.

I think we need a better friend-making tactic.