Roger lives across the street, in his late 40's and gay. He knocked on my door the other night, introduced himself and went on to tell me that a lady has been coming around our block looking for her husband's gay lover. She apparently is wielding a gun and a knife and is pissed. She's described the guy she's after, her husband's lover, as a young smiley guy with a truck much like the truck belonging to the guy Seth that lives in the back of our house. Seth is a geeky 26 year old Jewish grad student that just moved here about a month ago and has since left for Ohio for the summer. I tried to explain to Roger that there is no way Seth has had any time to strike up an affair with a married man as he was only here for about 2 weeks, and during that time his mother was staying with him while she received Ayurvedic treatments from her guru. I added that Seth is pretty geeky and doesn't seem much like the torrid steal another woman's man type. Roger didn't seem convinced and instead went on to explain to me that you never know who is gay, and tried to prod me for personal info about Seth. Obviously Roger is interested in Seth as well.
Two days later, I get a knock on my door at 9am. I'm wearing a robe, pregnant and tired. I go to answer and there stands a lesbian looking woman, "Is there a Jason that lives here?" she asks me rudely. I tell her no. She asks me if I'm positive, and if there ever was a man named Jason living here? I say no Jason here, and let her know we just moved in.
Suspicious, she asks, "Well isnt there a guy that lives in the back? What about him?"
I said his name is Seth, not Jason, just then my cat ran out the door and I became frustrated grabbed him and said sorry I gotta go. She gave me a pissed look and said "OK".
Of course the next day I walk out of the house and Roger yells at me from across the street, "You know that lady is still coming around here!"
Somehow this woman has become my problem.
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