What could possibly be dreamier than settling into your new home, then finding out some hottie lives next door? This may in fact be the ultimate double-edged sword of neighborhood life.It’s great if you two truly hit it off, but if you don’t, setting foot outside your door can get so awkward, you might become a shut-in—or be tempted to just pick up and move.With that in mind, we set out to find some real people who’ve gotten romantically entangled within their area code—or their own block—to learn the true pros and cons of getting friendly with the neighbors.
It’s like this guy’s value went up when word got out that I had slept with him.
That’s when I knew I had to stop, because I got in a serious tiff with her about this guy who wasn’t at all worth being jealous over.” – Erin C., Los Angeles, CA “There are only five units on my floor, and Miles’ was the one you see straight out of my peephole.
I started running into him at our local grocery, on the street, and on the subway. Nonetheless, my name still pops up in his phone as ‘New Neighbor!
We would chat for a bit, and we already had things in common like favorite neighborhood restaurants, our crazy landlord, and our building issues. ’” – Aubrey Morgan, Queens, NY “A few months ago, my next-door neighbor found my online dating profile and asked me out on a date—via the dating site, even though he’s right next door!
It turned out that Miles was also a trainer at my gym and worked three blocks away from the theater where I perform. I was hesitant at first because I thought if this doesn’t work out, one of us is going to have to move! Prior to this, the only interaction we’d ever had was polite smiling and nodding in the hallway every now and then.
I wasn’t really interested, and I tried to tell him that I didn’t think it was a good idea to date a neighbor, but he was persistent.
He kept emailing and asking when we could go out, and I said we’d make it happen … After that I started crossing my fingers that we wouldn’t pass each other in the hallway, and tried to time my trips to the mailbox or laundry room when I knew he wasn’t home.
Toward the end of two years, I realized I was falling for one of the guys.
Grayson, my now boyfriend, made the first move—and what made me fall in love was that he asked to take things slow.