Carnivores

Meat Man resurfaced yesterday.

As a reminder, Meat Man is the resident formerly known as Handsome Man here on the blog; but when he approached Home Girl in a sleezy disgusting manner, looking her up and down saying "I like meat", he suddenly began looking a whole lot less handsome in my eyes.

Having seen neither hide nor hare of him since late November, I’d come to the conclusion he’d moved, or either he or his wayward son had somehow been involved in that investigation into laundry room break-ins Management had going on, and got himself evicted. But then yesterday, as I sat on the couch adding photos to the latest Creative Memory album, I caught movement out the corner of my eye.

Looking over and out the patio window, I saw Meat Man walking towards his unit.

So that’s why his name still appears in the callbox, he actually does still reside in that unit, which means neither he nor his wayward son had anything to do with the laundry room break-ins.

So, that mystery has been solved.

As to where he’s been for two months will be solved when next our paths cross and I ask if he’s been in jail, in the hospital, travelling or just keeping a very low profile.

I’m not even close to uncovering the mystery behind the tin foiled window, but I did this morning see the New Neighbor up close and personal for the first time.

BTW, I’m open to suggestions as to what name to give this new character in Tales of the Complex, other than New Neighbor.

At any rate, heading out for this morning’s workout, focused, not paying attention to my surroundings, I heard a voice as I walked by her patio.

Looking up and over, I saw it was she, the New Resident in the quad — patio storage door open, saying and showing something inside to another woman.

I saw them before they looked over and saw me, so I said, "Good morning ladies".

I didn’t stop to introduce myself or anything. I just said good morning ladies and kept walking.

New Neighbor didn’t even look up as she said good morning back.

But then she looked up to see who she was responding to, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw me, whereupon she smiled and said "OH! Good Morning".

What the hell was that? thought I.

Creeped me out.

I never stopped walking during the brief exchange, and I never looked back to see if she still had eyes on me.

My take on her overly exuberant greeting is that just maybe, even though she keeps her windows closed off to sunlight and air, she can somehow see out, recognized me as the upstairs neighbor across the quad, became overly exuberant at recognizing me as a neighbor.

OR ………

And I hope no one takes offense to my using this term, but seeing New Resident up close and personal, my Gaydar immediately sounded. Not just on her, but the girl with her, which I took to be her little girlfriend.

I really don’t care except, just like Homegirl didn’t care for Meat Man looking at her like a piece of meat, I didn’t care for how New Neighbor's smile (leer?) and exuberance made me feel like I’m an option on the meat counter.