The Bitch Next Door

My neighbor, a divorced lady, moved into my complex over the weekend. I watched from my window as she brought up box after box. I got a bit of guilt and I went out to help her. She and I emptied the U-Haul trailer, boxes and boxes and ironing board, lamps and other household items. After the U-Haul was emptied I went with her to return it. I spent the rest of the afternoon setting up furniture, shelves and other 'man' projects.

Throughout the ordeal she never once said thank you. I went back to my apartment around 9:30 to put a frozen dinner in the stove, and go to bed pissed. Another case of male guilt.

Nothing ever came of it, she never reciprocated or offered something nice.

Lesson learned, I wasn't asking for sex, just a thank you would have been nice.