My next door neighbor has nice legs, and a great smile. We've spoken and chatted in passing, only a few times in the last several months. Once, when the UPS guy left a package for him at my apartment. Another time, when his kids peeked out the door while I was putting up Christmas lights. And tonight, as I was setting some things outside for Freecycle pick up, when he came home with his kids from a barbeque and baseball game. He smiled, said a few words about it being his weekend to have the kids, (it is Father's Day, after all), and chatted about his upcoming travel out of town. Then, we said our good nights and closed the doors.
Okay, so I know that there's about a snowball's no chance that he's interested in me, but I can see a story coming out of this. Maybe even a hot, steamy, love story. Of course, it doesn't help that I'm horny. But damn, he's cute!
You just never know where your inspiration to write will come from. But it's usually when (and from where) you least expect it.
Okay, so I know that there's about a snowball's no chance that he's interested in me, but I can see a story coming out of this. Maybe even a hot, steamy, love story. Of course, it doesn't help that I'm horny. But damn, he's cute!
You just never know where your inspiration to write will come from. But it's usually when (and from where) you least expect it.
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