Love Thy Neighbour
"For what do we live, but to make sport for our neighbours, and laugh at them in our turn?" --Jane Austen
As you know from my posts, we’ve been having a smashing time with our new neighbours.
Our fences are being built this week. The two couples who live south of us are old friends who bought side-by-side homes. They are getting a gate between their backyards.
We’ve been socializing a lot and I think a gate between our yard would be nice too.
The problem is, I’m not sure how to bring it up. If I do, and they’re not interested, it will be really uncomfortable (kind of like if you’ve been dating someone for a while and you ask if you’re dating exclusively and they get all embarrassed and say they’re not ready for a commitment yet).
Maybe it’s not a good idea anyway--what if they move out and some asshole moves next door?
Some people believe you shouldn’t get too close to your neighbours. Big Papa was my next door neighbour when we started dating (yep, I actually married The Boy Next Door. I gazed longingly at him over my fence for a few days before I got up the nerve to ask him out. I engineered a meeting by waiting until a few minutes before he came home to wash my car in my short shorts. The rest is history.) A few friends advised against it. One of them said not to shit in my own backyard. I’m glad I didn’t listen--look how well it worked out.
Back to the present. What to do…dare we proclaim our love?
I can’t believe I find myself fearing rejection again. It feels like my twenties.
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