When I first moved into my house, I was really skeptical about having a conversation with anyone. Its a small town and a very small neighborhood. I was the same way with my old neighborhood...I never really talked to anyone, and that kept things drama-free.
My neighbor on the left is a nice quiet old lady who goes to my grandmother's church.
On the other hand...my neighbor on the right is a guy who works on cars alot in his driveway.
Theres always alot of other guys over there, and they play loud Mariachi music.
I have waved a couple of times out of politeness, and kept on going wherever I was headed for.
One of the guys from that house on the right asked if he could cut my grass. He said he'd do it for free. Ive learned that nothing in this world is for free. There is always some sort of catch...
emotional, physical, financial...or maybe even all of the above!
When he cut my grass, I really appreciated it alot because it was beginning to look like a rainforest in my front and backyard.
I decided to make a a potato salad, and took some over to them. I told them thanks for cutting my grass. The fat one with the mustache was sitting out, and asked me if I'd sit and talk with him. He said he was the one who told his roomate to cut my grass for me. I told him thanks. I sat for a while, he drank some beer. His friend got home from church, and he sat with us too. It started getting late and his friend took the potato salad inside and started cooking some other stuff.
The mustache guy asked if I'd come in his house and see some movies with him. I told him no, its not a good idea. He kept on trying to pressure me into it. I told him no again. He then excused himself and went over in his driveway behind one of his vans....
He relieved himself in his own front lawn? How sick is that?
When he came back to sit down, he smelled awful like old rotten urine!
Then he asked if he could hold my hand. I told him "NO". He then grabs my hand and started
sniffing my arm?
Okay, it was so weird and awful! I kept asking him to stop and he woudln't! He kissed all over my arm while I was trying to pull it away. I asked him again loudly to please let go of my arm!
I started having flashbacks of what happened to me four years ago...I started feeling sick to my stomache....
I asked him again to let go because I did not feel good with him doing that. He finally let go and started saying in spanish how much he likes me and I smell so good and blah blah blah....
He asked for a hug, I told him no and he ignored my words and grabbed me and started hugging me very close. I told him to let go, he grabbed my hair...I finally was able to push him off and I told him that I was leaving. He kept insisting that I stay. I told him that I want to keep things as normal neighbors between us, and nothing more. I told him to enjoy his potato salad, and then I left.
When I got home I took a shower, and I still felt dirty. I felt violated and cheap. I hated that I told him to get off my arm and he kept on kissing all over it....
It felt disgusting!
Since that happened, I don't want anything to do with them anymore...even though it was only one guy who did that....but HE is the actual owner of that house, and hes always making himself visible when he comes outside.
Hes also the one that sent the guy to cut my grass again, and then he had him put his telephone number in my mailbox. I threw it out.
The guy came knocking at my door yesterday, I didn't answer.
I hate men who feel they can touch and grab a woman even after shes told them not to do it. Its a violation of personal space. I wonder what sent him the message that it was okay for him to do something like that to me? After it happened, he still had the nerve to send his roomate over to give his his telephone number.
