She is single.
She lives across the street.
I can see her place from my patio.
I see her every day when she leaves and when she comes home.
Today, I watched anxiously as she came to my house and knocked on the door.
"I have this strong urge to go out tonite, dance and get drunk, and maybe some kinky sex."
"Okay,!" Said I with no attempt to hide my excitement.

"Are you doing anything tonite?"
"Nope," I said breathlessly. "I am available."

"Great," she responded. "Then would you mind watching my dog?"

GETTING OLD SUCKS!