When I found out that I was getting a new neighbor to replace the much beloved Girardi's, I was a little disappointed that a family wasn't moving next door. There were no children for Derek to play with, and no mom for me to bond with. My neighbor turned out to be a 40-ish year old bachelor, but I still figured that I'd give him a chance.
Well, on the night he moved in, there was a thunderstorm. I should have taken that as an omen. He was nice at first, but soon after that I realized that I didn't like him.
He turned me off as soon as he sat down at my table and started to talk. I don't know what it was about him--his cocky attitude, his tattoo or the way that he thinks that he is better than anyone else.
Derek and Philip seem to like him--of course. I call it a sort of a hero worship. He has this enviable (to them, anyway) bachelor lifestyle. Women everywhere, a pilot's license (used to be in the navy) and drives a stupid motorcycle that he restored himself. He even promised to take Derek for a ride in both. I can tell you one thing--he will have to drive over my dead body.
