Voyeur

I happened to be staring longingly into my fridge last night when one of the young ladies in the building across the street was being dropped off by a gentleman caller. I keep my kitchen window open and for whatever reason, you can hear every little thing that goes on on my street. I heard a lot of nervous laughter and looked out and saw what had to be the conclusion of a First Date.

It's funny how obvious the signs are. They were standing a good two feet apart in front of the door. He was nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other. She kept fiddling with her handbag. There was an awkwardly loud conversation with a lot of gesticulating on his part and you could tell they were both buying time to see what would happen. "Do I make a move?" "Is he gonna kiss me or what?"

I finally realized that I was blatantly staring out the window at the two of them so I shamefully closed the refrigerator door and went about my business. From the way things looked, I'm guessing that he didn't get any. But I do love those awkward moments. They're kind of exhilirating and it's all part of the chase.