The New Male Neighbor That Became My Friend

Bond says it might be WHY I dream of bananas. I just thought I might need a good, BIG banana.

When I took over the little goodie bag to his house, I knew that we'd be friends. When he came over to thank me and I met him, I knew that I was right. He brought over a casserole and told me that he was gay and I liked him a little more.

We sat on the porch and rocked and he quietly told me that he had a partner of 13 years. A blue Mustang drove up and a long, tall drink of water of a man stepped out that I like just as much as my new neighbor.

We have movie nights. They make soup and they bring it over to eat in front of the fire. We spy on each other. We drink gin and tonics. We share recipes. If we're out for a walk, we stop in for a beer and never finish the walk (and sometimes have to be driven back around the corner.) We call if we're going into "town" even though it's only 5 minutes away. We hug and kiss each other hello and goodbye.

I feel like I have found a part of my family that I didn't know existed.