Seriously though it’s been forever since I posted a blog. I’ve been busy and well frankly haven’t felt like posting anything. But I am going to try this again.
So last week I was taking my trash out and was stopped at the curb by a guy that lives down the street from me. I didn’t recognize him but he said his name was Andre (and what a fine looking black man he is). Anyway the following is the conversation that followed:
Me: “Hi” – a little nervously because I have never met this neighbor before.
Andre: “You don’t remember me do you?”
Me: “I’m sorry you look familiar but I can’t say that I do.”
Andre: “Awhile back (and he meant almost a year ago) you were coming home from the bar and you took a cab home but the cab driver dropped you off at my house and I told him you didn’t live there but that I knew where you lived and that I would take you home because I didn’t trust the cab guy he was kind of shady.”
At this point I am beginning to think this guy is mental because I have never been dropped off at the wrong house.
Me: “I don’t remember that are you sure it was me?”
Andre: “yeah you were wearing a jean mini skirt and I walked you home and even used your keys to unlock the door and as soon as I did you fell into the house on the living room floor and there is where you stayed I felt bad about leaving you but you were home and appeared to be safe so I left.”
Imagine my chagrin when I realize the last time I wore that skirt was the very first night in my life I have ever blacked out. I’m pretty sure I turned beet red.
Me: “Oh yeah I remember NOT remember that night, well thanks for saving me from the creepy cabby.”
Andre: “no problem I just thought I would introduce myself and tell you I’m Andre.”
Me: “Nice to meet you, next time I have a BBQ I will be sure to invite you and introduce you to all my friends as Andre the guy that saved me.”
At this point he drove down the street to his house (which I can see from my living room window but honestly the cabby had been way off). So I go rushing back into the house to call Alexis and tell her that you know it was a bad night when strangers still remember what happened to you and you don’t.
On a side note I love my neighbors they are awesome to me!