After waking from a late afternoon nap, I walked up Las Palmas Avenue to Hollywood Boulevard to sign up for the open mic at the corner bar called Angels & Kings. The bar was closed, so I stood outside and took in the scenery which consisted of transients, tourists, freaks and other such colorful characters. Across the street, I noticed a beautiful redheaded model parked in a Mustang convertible. She was talking on her cell phone. I looked closer and realized that she used to be my downstairs neighbor a few years ago. As I’m staring at her like a pervert on the corner of Hollywood Boulevard, I begin to daydream about the days when she lived in my apartment building. Back then, I remember her always blowing me kisses in a really sexy way whenever we’d cross paths and I took this to be an invitation for a potential romantic relationship between her and me, but I never knew how to pursue it…until one night after I’d had a few too many cocktails, I confidently knocked on her apartment door and she invited me in for a drink. I maybe prematurely put the moves on her thinking I was being suave and sleazy, because she very kindly rejected my sloppy soft advances. We were friendly with each other from then on out and she still continued to blow me kisses every time she saw me, which I always thought was weird, but I later learned to accept that I lived in Hollywood among a bunch of weirdos, some of which have a thing that they do like blowing kisses at everybody. That was her thing. I wasn’t special. She blew kisses to everybody she sort of knew. Those flying air smooches meant nothing more than a friendly “hello,” albeit a sexy “hello.”
This redheaded model former neighbor of mine in the Mustang caught me staring at her and gave me a dirty look, which took a moment for me to see that she was shooting ME that dirty look. I snapped out of my daydream and waved at her, gesturing with all my creative might to convey to her “Hey it’s me, Brian! Your old neighbor!” I get another dirty look, and then she finally recognizes me and waves me over to talk. I walk across the street and she says, “Look at my baby in the backseat! Isn’t he cute?!” I look in the backseat and sure enough, it’s a sleeping baby. She still looked sexy, but a little stressed out, older and with a child in her backseat. We talked about her singing/modeling career being on hiatus, her full-time motherhood, how she got evicted from her last apartment…and then she drove off while blowing me kisses. Some things never change.