Like a ditz

"Oh, OK, it's like so great to meet you!" said Courtney with a smile that barely caused any smile lines.

Botox much? I thought. "Just thought I'd be neighborly and welcome you to the neighborhood."

"Oh my god, that's like so sweet!"

Why is she talking like a 16 year old? I thought.

"So, where's the rest of your family?" I asked looking around.

"Oh, it's just me. I just got divorced and moved here to take a job. I have a teenage daughter, but she wants to finish her senior year at her school, so, you know, she's staying with her dad."

"What do you do for a living if you don't mind me asking."

"Oh, I do some modeling, teach spin classes, and sell cosmetics, you know a little bit of everything."

"Well, if you need anything let me know," I said.

"Oh, great, um...what was your name again?"

"Jackson," I just told you 30 seconds ago.

"Oh, I'm like such a ditz sometimes. I'm sure I'll see you around!" She turned and walked to her front door.

I admired her ass as I mentally shook my head and rolled my eyes about how much of a ditz she was. She must have made out like a bandit with alimony because I could not see her being smart enough to make enough money on her own to afford such a place. I headed back home and found a box on my front door step. I had my name and address on it, but no return address or postage marks. I looked around and saw nothing. I picked up the box and took it inside.