It's a girl. In the stairwell outside my door.
It's a boy. About 200 metres down my street.
One is looking for love. One is looking for love and a snack. Apparently the male is only actually eaten by the female in about 20% of cases, they usually manage to get away.
It's fairly unlikely these two will meet. In fact, I have seen the male in more or less the same spot a week apart, although he could have some brothers nearby. 200 metres for a mantis must be a long, long way.