City Love Story: Who Is the Sexy Stranger Next Door?

The city is my lover.

I am, and always will be, a city girl.  I can appreciate a nice house in the suburbs, a mountain cabin, or an ocean-front condo.  But I need the hustle and bustle of a city, being surrounded by people from all walks of life, endless strangers – that’s where I thrive! The very best part of being in a city is never knowing what the day will bring.  You don’t know who you may meet or what you might do.  Or what kind of city love story might unfold for you.

Mine started on just a regular Thursday.  Since it’s my day off, I was in no rush to go anywhere.  As the city sounds and natural light woke me up, I slipped on my silk robe to start my morning off the way I always do: by looking out over the bustling city from my window.  I looked down and watched everyone rushing around on the sidewalk.  Then I let my eyes shift up, looking directly across from me, taking in all the different windows and the few people I could see moving around inside.

The building across the way is a mix of stores on the street level, followed by offices for the next few floors, and then apartments taking over the top floors.  Maybe I’m a bit of a voyeur, but I love it when I get a glimpse of people in their homes.  Often, I fantasize about what their life is like, what kind of job they have, if the person I see with them is their partner or their roommate, and what kind of city love story they’re involved in.  Sometimes, I’ll spend hours letting my imagination go wild.  My eyes moved past the offices up to the apartment level.

Then I saw him.

Would today be my day for a city love story?

Directly across from me stood an incredibly handsome man.  And he was smiling at me.  Then he waved.

Shocked, I stepped away from the window.  In all the times I’ve looked outside, no one has ever seen me.  Or if they did see me, they certainly didn’t acknowledge me.  But curiosity certainly had the best of me.  So I went back to the window.  And he was still there.  It was hard to tell how old he was from across the way, but his chocolate brown skin and muscular physique gave me tingles in all the right places.  Feeling bold, I waved back.  And a huge smile erupted on his face.  He put his hand over his heart and mimed it beating.  I couldn’t help but blush.  This handsome man was about to be the star of my city love story.

So I blew him a kiss back.  And watched as he reached his hand up in the sky as if to catch it, and placed it against his lips.  Not only was this man good-looking, but he had the cutest personality!  But what could I do?  He was in a building across the street; there was no way for us to communicate or meet face-to-face.

All the things I loved about being in an urban jungle were going to deter my city love story from happening.

I stepped away from the window again, feeling a little disappointed that I’d never be able to meet the man who was making me feel so excited.  Sure, we could continue flirting across the way.  But there would be no first date jitters, no sexy sleepover time, no naughty confessions shared over a few drinks at a downtown hotspot.  And when I turned back to the window, he was gone.  Now I really was feeling dejected.  I wasn’t about to go stand outside the front door of his building and hope for a chance encounter or a true city love story.  So I figured it was time to take a long shower and head out.

As I was blow-drying my hair, I heard a knock.  And when I opened the door, I was handed a dozen roses.  The florist’s delivery guy just shrugged his shoulders when I asked who it was from, mumbling something about a rush delivery before he took off.  Inhaling the incredible scent of the roses, I pulled open the little envelope.  My mouth dropped as I read the message:  Hello, beautiful neighbor.  I’d love to take this further than just window shopping.  And then a phone number.

But wait, how could he have figured out which apartment was mine?  Did he count the floors?  Or maybe asked my doorman who the sexy brunette in the building was?  Honestly, I didn’t really care.  I pulled out my phone and put the number in.  Then I sent a simple text:  Hi, handsome.  I felt my heart beating faster as I waited for his reply.

Are you ready to be my next city love story?

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