Thursday, January 26, 2006
My neighbor is bizarre. We'll call him "Larry" - that just seems to fit. Most people named Larry just seem to be a little weird - at least I think so. He lives alone in the condo across from us. His parents, who own the condo live 90% of the time in Arizona and come visit several times a year. They are odd too, but you just have to like them. They have a snorty little pug named Mugsly, and I think that is cool.
Anyway, like clockwork when Larry's parents are coming to visit, the carpet cleaning people come about 2 days before they show up. That isn't the weirdest thing in the world, but I don't know too many people who clean their carpets every 2 months or so. When they do arrive, the "girlfriend" also appears. I never see his girlfriend - ever - unless Larry's parents are in town. They introduced me to her once and were surprised that I had never met her. They have been together forever. When the folks aren't around, there are always visitors across the way. All male. I have never once seen a female go in there except when the parents are here. He came over once to borrow a corkscrew. When I took it over to him, he was having wine by candlelight with a very handsome man. So, basically, Larry is gay I have to assume. Which is fine, but he does go to quite great lengths to hide this to his family.
Don't get me wrong. Larry is super friendly. I just don't understand him. He is home all day almost every day. I see him in the hot tub all the time, and he waves at me from his computer when the window is open. His dad told me that he is a "professional tennis player". I find this fascinating since he is a slightly chubby 31 year old man, living in his parent's condo and never goes out. I've seen him with a tennis racquet twice, maybe.
Obviously, I need to get out more. However, until that happens, I have Larry to keep me entertained by my speculation and criticism.