I know so many single women homeowners, myself included, who say, "I just wish there were someone who could help me with things. It would be wonderful for someone else to mow the lawn or take the car in for an oil change."
I was out working in my yard in a marathon session of ligustrum shaping this Sunday. A man in his 40s bought the house next door and has been sporadically fixing it up for the last two years, and we talk about house stuff when we're both out working. He was working on his yard too and came over to chat (any excuse to take a break! It's soooo hot right now). He offered to help with the ligustrums, but by then I was pretty much done. He noticed the debris on my roof. In the past, I have hired people to come blow my roof off, as I am too scared to climb on my roof. He went back to his yard for a while, then came back over and offered to blow my roof off! WOW!
He did a great job and was very careful on my old roof. I was just thrilled. This saved me some bucks. But more than that, it was just so nice for someone to help me, that it wasn't just me working on the house, that he wasn't someone I hired. He was just being a (really) good neighbor. He has actually helped me before with some very small things--but climbing up on someone's roof is huge. And I have other neighbors who have helped me, but this was just so wonderful because I didn't even ask him to do this. He just saw something that needed to be done, knows I live alone, and offered to do it.
Obviously I wish I had a husband who would do these things, or at least call someone to come do them. But I will take these acts of generosity and help any time. It makes me feel less alone in the world.
And no, there isn't an attraction there. He may actually be in his late thirties. But it would be the final irony to have a guy move in next door that I became involved with, wouldn't it? Of course, I usually look absolutely hideous when I'm out working in my yard.