Hotel Sex (or, Trying To Find A Great Show)

Sometimes I get to the office pretty early, and someties I stay late. I have two views from my office windows. One is a stunning NJ vista, from which I would have seen the plane landing in the Hudson. The other windows in my office provide me a direct view of 100 rooms at the Times Square Marriott.

I see dressing, undressing, other stuff… Yep, if you stay there and you leave but a slight sliver of your window unobscured by the curtain…I can see you. And while I’m on these fascinating conference calls, I AM looking!

But can you see me? At first, I thought you could, and I didn’t mind. I figured you were from out of town, and you might not speak English so good. Or that you just didn’t mind, you thought I was cute. Or you wanted to get cast in Real World.

Then I tried dancing in the window, memba? Just to see how you’d react.

I was up on the sill, and I was getting kinda freakydeaky because Ciara (Ciara?) had just come by and given us her new CD, and I was feelin’ it, baby. You were right there, across the street, eye to eye, parallel plane, and I could swear you were lookin’ right at me. But…nothin! You didn’t react. How come? I was giving it all I had!

If anyone wants to know what to get me for my birthday (or sooner?), I think I need a telescope. Something for greater detail. I feel my eyes are going. I could use a closer look at the Marriott. Especially at night, after a long day, when my eyes are tired, I’m sick of stepping on toes, and all I’m trying to do is find the next great show.

Then again, aren’t we all.





One response to “Hotel Sex (or, Trying To Find A Great Show)”

  1. Patty Avatar

    This should go on Craigslist: Missed Connections, haha.

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