As we all know by now, my loft faces Broadway, which means, I look directly into the windows of the Douglas Building. You might remember some of my neighbors (loosely speaking) from my post - I Am Not A Peeping Tom, Not!
Also, as most downtowners in-the-know know - on top of many loft buildings are these fabulous gardens and places to hang and swimming pools, and views to die for.
Well...I have no idea what the Douglas' roof is like - because I've never been there or seen anyone up there, until...I was on the phone last week, yakking away, minding my own business (again), when I looked up in the middle of the day and saw this naked man on the roof.
Granted it was warm out. Granted he was probably just sunning. Granted he thought no one could see him. Granted he was an idiot.
And I was across the street - looking. Telling the person I was talking to that even though this man was hundreds of feet away, I could see the outline of his .... if you know what I mean, and that in a past life I was probably a voyeur.
There he was, naked as a bat, standing up and splashing sun tan oil all over his tall, lean body. I mean, all over. And there I was with my mouth open (since I had gotten off the call quickly), so I could oggle.
Now before you go there - I did not take out a long lens camera, telescope, binoculars, or any other such paraphernalia, I just oggled. Innocently. For an hour or so until he left. And wondered to myself - that it was a miracle - that it took a year for this to happen.
You would think it would have happened long ago. Why?
Because when you live downtown - you face each others windows and with it comes nakedness, my friends, nakedness. In all forms. Nakedness.
And I say, "swivel that in your martini and shake it." Or something like that.
This adventure was better than the movies.