my beautiful firefighter : part i
I see sometimes in my neighborhood. The first time I saw him, he was walking towards me while I was walking towards my building’s steps. He is drop dead gorgeous. He smiled at me. I fled.
A few weeks later I saw him again. I thought, How odd. He must live in the neighborhood.
A week ago I went to meet up with a student for coffee at my favorite coffee shop. It is only blocks away so I can walk to it and they do not make the coffee too strong and they are quiet and have outside tables and the men who work there all recognize me and will pounce anyone who gives me grief. They also mock people who show up late. [That is especially funny to me, the coffee guy chiding someone who made me wait. “We were going to give her free coffee since you loser person were late.”]
The coffee shop is right on the corner by a firehouse. This day all the firemen were outside washing a firetruck. [Wow do not try that at home those firetrucks are huge.] I was walking up to the coffee house and there was the stranger. Wearing a firefighter T-shirt, talking with the firemen washing the truck.