Do You Feel Safe Here?

Yesterday, as I was taking out the trash, I realized that some guy was watching me put the trashbag in the can in front of my building. He’d been walking past the building and then he just stopped and was watching me.  Like he was waiting.

Which freaked me out. I didn’t recognize him and I wasn’t feeling chatty (me = dirty hair in a pony tail, sweat pants, not-so-clean t-shirt).  As I turned from the trash can and started to walk towards the front door of my building, I heard him say, “excuse me”.  

So I stopped and said, “yes”.

Then he asked me if I lived there (what gave it away, my tossing a giant bag of trash in the building’s cans and then approaching the front door with my keys?). I nodded.

He asked, almost apologetically, if I felt safe living here. Followed up with a quick explanation that his girlfriend was looking for a new place and he was wondering if she’d feel safe around here.

So I said yeah, I felt safe living there. Really safe. That I’d live in the neighborhood forever and I loved it and it was safe.  

He said thanks, but walked away with an odd look on his face.

So here’s what I want to know - what did he expect me to say?  No, I don’t feel safe in my own home?  

ps.  Tomorrow is the one week anniversary of me in my new apt. 70% of everything is still in boxes.  Really kinda stressful.