This is more so inspired by a seemingly inoucous housing tour (as it should be) I went on. I thought about whether I should post it or not. But maybe I am a bit of an exhibitionist on many levels, a voyeur even. And the thought of teasing you, taunting you from afar might just push me over the edge. Might even be payback fot the dominance I felt you holding over me during our meeting.

Well, it was pouring rain and I felt like an idiot because I didn't plan for that. I just got in my uber without doing too much checking into the weather. So, no raincoat and no umbrella. I would be screwed soon enough. I emailed you in the car to let me know I was on my way. To my misfortunate, you were not. I thought and wondered to myself maybe you were sleeping in. The rain quickly picked up pace and I soon found myself drenching in what was once some drizzle and now the heavy and unrelenting dropplets soaking my thin veiled dress only added to by it's inside thin silk liner.

I gave up trying to figure out where was best to stand when you would come find me, and took shelter under one of the homes, letting you know via text. I shivered in the cold damp rain, my warm boots being my only comfort. You texted me apologizing for your lateness, sharing with me your new arrival time. I thought to myself, 'You did say I would wait. Geez.'

Surely, after a long wait you arrive in your very nice car. I didn't really know what you'd look like coming out of that. Maybe you'd be an older gentleman, or someone closer to my age doing some day-to-day leasing business. You pull out of the car taking your time, scrounging around your passenger seat. I akwardly glance around the foliage and shrubbery to distract myself from my own impatience and uncertainty. You exit, taking in a glance of me.

As soon as we locked eyes, there was such a palpable energy in the air. I have never felt so overwhelmed by the glance or presence of another person. The electricity was running through me and all around the air. I wondered to myself what this was and if you could feel it. This is not what I expected of today. I wanted to try to brush it off but I could not. I thought I was going to die. I could feel your eyes staring at my soul as I tried to reckon with the powerful feeling emanating off of you and completely overwhelming me.

Your eyes did not shift. I felt so hunted. You examined me with a coy ever so slight smirk and steady gaze. Maybe you were humored by my lack of proper equipment for the weather of the day. I definitely felt like an idiot. Being that I was overwhelmed by your presence, I could only put my foot in my mouth at all my attempts to speak.

You instantly wanted to take care of me. You offered me to get under your umbrella and we were suddenly so close. I was so awkward. Trying to navigate our boddies around each other in the shuffle to the unit. At one point in our walk you offered me your umbrella saying you can just use your hood. I thanked you. Though, still, I found myself having to dance around your body as I entered the unit, and you mine, I suppose. I asked you what to do with the umbrella, suggesting to place it somewhere and you quickly instructed me to give it to you. I obeyed.

Even our casual conversation was slugged in the intense electricity. Though I was still awkward, we laughed, smiled and exchanged glances. I was blushing; my face on fire.

You took me out towards the exit offering me shelter again, under your umbrella. Me thinking you were handing me your umbrella again, I reached for it from your grip, but you did not let go. You were steady in your strength, now even silent with your instruction. I obeyed and once again traveled the narrow path next to you. Me trying so hard to avoid grazing against you but so wanting that.

You shook my hand again, goodbye, just as we shook hands at our meeting. Using every chance to touch. You gave me that look again with your piercing eyes, "It was a pleasure to meet you. I think that's my next showing." I was reeling for hours at the intense interaction I've had my entire life. I think you probably won't be my landlord. But my gosh if you are.