Today was move-in day at my apartment complex. As you may guess, move-in day is rather hectic and usually involves watching heavyset men curse as they drag even heavier furniture up impossibly steep flights of stairs. To say that I look forward to move-in day each month would be a gross understatement. In fact, this source of entertainment has become almost a first of the month ritual for me; demanding extensive preparation and a rather exhaustive routine.
On the first of the month, I wake up early and proceed to the common grassy area located in the middle of my apartment complex where I sit at my normal picnic table under an oak tree, Dr. Pepper in hand, and prepare myself to bask in the misery of others. Typically the events that unfold are common place….hilarious, but common. However, today’s events were anything but common, in the most amazing way possible.
While I was enjoying the sunshine and a chorus of obscenities, a moving van pulled into the parking space next to my jeep. I immediately took notice because I feared for my car’s scratch free exterior, and because driving the van was tall, beautiful, red head whose legs rose from the pavement all the way to her chin. Normally, I would not be so interested in a complete stranger, but as she exited the van, emblazoned on her sweatshirt was the one thing that will turn any man’s head….ASA….she was a sorority girl!
As I attempted to scrape my jaw of the sidewalk, I did was any single male would have done, I trotted over and offered to help her with her things….in the most “neighborly” way possible. Before she could answer, a man emerged from the other side of the truck and my heart sank. No, it wasn’t her husband, finance, or even a boyfriend…it was the dreaded father. Considering his size and apparent temperament, I did not want to push the issue so I quickly excused myself and retreated to the picnic table.
As the day progressed and the redhead slowly faded away from my memory, I began to deeply ponder if I would ever get back on my feet relationship wise; that’s when it happened. She approached me and looking deeply into my eyes as if she was searching my sould, she asked me… “Do you know where the mailboxes are?” I don’t want to brag, but not only did I tell her where they were, I also told her what time the mail typically comes in each day…smooth I know. However it was to no avail, because she merely thanked me and then walked away. Ugh! Defeat!
Looking back I may never be the guys who says the right thing at the exactly the right time, but at least I am trying to move on. Who knows, maybe the redhead might knock on my door one day and ask me for a cup of sugar, or maybe she won’t. Regardless, I will find the special someone and will always continue to enjoy move-in day, because in the end it’s the simple pleasures and the misery of others that really makes life special.