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I continued my nightly ritual of watching the sunset from my patio while drinking a beer. I only allowed myself to drink one per day and only at that time of day. Drunk Deep Fuck I knew myself well enough that if I didn't place that restriction; I'd end up drinking far more than I should. Most nights, at least one of the guys was out on the balcony. Sometimes they were cooking. Sometimes they were sitting and drinking as well. They always waved to me and, if they were grilling, they'd extend an invitation to dinner that I would decline.
One Friday night, as I was walking to the fridge to get my beer, there was a knock at my door. I certainly wasn't expecting anyone and couldn't even begin to imagine who it might be. Drunk Deep Fuck I opened the door to see a young man holding two beer bottles. When my eyes adjusted to the dim light of the hallway I could tell that it was one of the neighbor boys.
"Hi," he said, "Since it didn't look like you were gonna come visit us, I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I dropped by."
On the one hand I was a little put off by his persistence. On the other hand, he was exceedingly polite. The few times that we'd bumped into each other in the parking lot or even when I was taking out the trash, he was very respectful, said a quiet 'hello', smiled and moved on. Drunk Deep Fuck I'm sure he felt that he'd given me plenty of opportunities to introduce myself. Granted, a more experienced guy would have realized that I just wanted to be left alone, but there was something about his warm, genuine smile that demanded an acknowledgement.
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