We both live in big city sky rise apartments. Your building across the street from mine, a few floors up, which gives you a perfect view into my window. You are confident I’ve never seen you, you don’t make a habit of making much to see publicly. You’ve seen me though… oh boy have you seen me.
I have wide tall windows exposing my entire living room, and another smaller window into my adjacent bedroom. The first time I caught your eye was by total accident, but it was hard for you not to notice my date bent over the back of my couch in the living room as I had my way with her from behind. This moment caused you to look down at my window every night.
You began learning my schedule and routine a bit, and you got yourself a pair of binoculars after a few weeks. My window was better than HBO at least once every two weeks, sometimes twice a weekend. It was clear I wasn’t in a relationship, as there was different women coming and going. You’d see familiar faces now and then, but nothing indicated I was in an ongoing relationship, and they would rarely stay the night after the fun was done.