A few years ago I was living alone in an apartment block downtown. I was single at the time after breaking up with a guy a few weeks earlier. My emotions were still a little raw from how we had split up and I had made a promise to myself to take a little break from dating for a while. Just spend a little time enjoying being single. Men had always paid me a lot of attention so trying to stop myself from flirting back to them was harder than I thought; but I was doing my best.
There was a middle aged man who lived on the same floor as me. I had never really talked to him but whenever he saw me in the hallway as I either left or returned from work he would always smile at me and say, “Good morning miss,” or “Good evening miss.” That was the extent of any communication until one Friday evening when I arrived home from work. The middle aged man was walking down the hallway from my side of the building. He gave me another smile and said, “Good evening miss.” I smiled back at him saying, “Good evening.” He walked past me and continued to his apartment. I got to my door and happened to glance down the hallway as I was opening my door and noticed he was also looking at me as he opened his own door. That’s when I walked into my apartment and saw a note on the floor that had been slipped under my door. I picked up the note and read it.