MTB

The other week, I met my next door neighbor in my building, Carla.

At first, I thought she was really standoffish because we walked out of our respective apartments at the same time and she didn’t say hello.

So, standing at the elevator banks, I introduced myself to her and when we talked, I realized she was not originally from the U – S -of A.  Perhaps she was being shy when she didn’t acknowledge me or say hello.

Turns out Carla is Italian, as is her husband, Simone, who is a professional soccer (really, the word should be football) player for the Minnesota Stars, which is in the NASL (North American Soccer League), which is in the second tier in the American Soccer Pyramid.  The first tier is the Major League Soccer.  Okay, yes, I got that info from Wikipedia.

Carla is super sweet and we get along splendidly despite our 10 year age gap.  You can have friends of all ages, no?

She’s invited me over for dinner and told me that Genoa, the city from where she comes, is famous for pesto.  Perrrrrfect because I love pesto.  I can’t wait for her to cook me Italian food.

I had Carla over for some red wine a couple of days after I met her.  It worked out well because Simone was traveling for work.  What a perfect match for us two to meet — I’ve been miserable (ok, miserable is a little extreme) out here — missing NYC and the awful weather that doesn’t seem to let up.  Loneliness is getting the best of me as of late.

To makes things even better, Carla and Simone introduced me to some of their teammates.  Nice eye candy, if you ask me.  By default, if you’re a soccer player, that just makes you automatically HOT doesn’t it?  Granted, they’re all a good decade or so younger than me, it doesn’t hurt to go out and be distracted once in a while, right?  And plus, a good number of them thought I was around their age so that boosted my ego a bunch.  Like, A BUNCH.  And then I come home and feel super old all over again when I see on FB that all my friends are done having kids.

I can’t understand why I feel like I’m 25?  It’s not like I was robbed of my childhood?  Maybe it’s all those years I wasted in the modeling and acting world?  Five years down the drain.  I suppose that should make me around 30.  Well, that’s not so bad.

Here’s a photo of Minnesota Stars post-game crowd I went to watch last Saturday:

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