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Through Your Windows
Seeing the number of (often) strange "missed connections" posted on Craigslsit, I decided to add one...
It started at the grocery store. We kept bumping into each other in every aisle. I was too shy to say anything, and I could tell you were interested but afraid to take the first step. Our eyes met, time and time again, and I could tell you took note of my features, by the way your eyes stayed on me as I was standing outside the grocery store bathroom...waiting...for the chance to say hi.Flag: best-of.
You proceeded to the registers to pay for your Lean Cuisine meals. (Slimming down for me? heehee) I was two people behind you. I would have been directly behind you, if the young couple hadn't cut in front of me. I could tell you were bothered by this, as well, by the way you said "Thank you," to them; they thought you were sincere, but your sense of sarcasm didn't escape me.
I asked the cashier if they'd happen to have gotten your address or phone number off of your check. They said they hadn't. While it was obvious to me that's why you paid with the check, they seemed confused. I paid for my peanut butter with the quickness (Thank you, Speedpass) and rushed-out to the parking-lot. Like fate had brought us together, our cars were in the same lot! I watched you get into your new-model Ford Expedition and drive-off. You threw a glance at me, waving at you to get your attention, over your shoulder before leaving the lot.
The message was clear. You were uncomfortable discussing such personal feelings in public places. I dove into my '05 Hyundai Elantra GT, and sped-off after you. I caught your glance of recognition, as you repeatedly looked into the rear-view mirror, watching me follow you from lane-to-lane on the freeway, then down residential streets. You sped-up, as if to say, "Catch me -- no, catch my heart -- if you can." Playing hard-to-get, you drove into your garage, and watched me as your garage door went down.
I sat outside for hours. I debated whether to come knock on your door. It was obvious you were waiting for me to come in, by the way you periodically peered through the blinds. Your beautiful eyes -- what color are they(?), brown(?), blue(?) -- peeking through the slits, tantalizing me...hiding your body, but baring the window to your soul. I waited for hours, staring at your house, waiting for your regular peeps. I imagined your down-to-business stare would be the same way you would examine my naked, glistening body, lying on your bed next to you while you slept the sleep of an infant or drugged person, tied to the bed (and, if I may use a metaphor, dare I say tied to the moment?).
The police eventually showed. They asked for my license and registration. They asked why I had been sitting outside your house for the last nine hours (9 hours, 23 minutes, to be exact). They asked me to leave. I explained to them that the reason you'd called them is because we were both too shy to talk...you were too shy to invite me in, and I too shy to ask. I tried to explain that they were there to encourage me to go inside; a catalyst, for the turbulent reaction that was our love. However, they did not understand their role. Eventually, I had to leave.
This was three days ago. For the last two days, I've exchanged flirty, furtive, fantastical glances with you, outside your home, gym, and office. The police came again, these last two days. Today they issued me a document called a Temporary Restraining Order. They still fail to realize their part in bringing us together. But I know that this is all a part of your playing hard-to-get. I'm crystal-clear on how we'll proceed. Message received!
I'll be back tomorrow. And this time I've bought a police scanner, so there will be no miscommunications between the local constabulary and my plans for us. I'll continue to visit, every day. We'll be together, of that you can rest assured. Nothing in Heaven or on this Earth can interfere with destiny. I have rope in the trunk. I may not approach you this next day or through the week.
But after I've gone through your house while you're away to learn about you and your toilet habits, you can rest easy knowing that you'll wake one night. Me at your side. You tied, physically and metaphorically, examining my naked, glistening body with your eager, desperately-hungry eyes.
And then, my dear, the fun starts. That's when our future begins.
Soon...
amused
