He jogs past my house six days a week, always at 8:38 sharp.. He must be a long distance runner because I’ve never see him any of the local shops. I always am on my porch with my tea, waiting for him. He’s totally gorgeous, lean and muscular, always sweaty. Ok, I have a little man crush alright? One of these days I swear I’ll talk to him, ask if he needs water or something, but I’m terrified that what’s going to come out of my mouth will be, “Hey do you want to use my shower?” I’m even slightly more worried that he’ll say yes because all the blood will run to my cock and I’ll faint on the porch, probably get a sexy concussion in the process. So, I’ve started leaving those little 8 ounces bottles of water on the sidewalk for him. The first time he picked one up and waved at me, I almost squealed. God, why does he make me feel like a teenager again?