Her Booty Call (At her beck and call)

My type... random

Stepping out from my apartment building onto the sidewalk, pausing to pull on my sunglasses, I catch a glimpse of a fit man crossing the street ahead. I adjust the strap on my bag and head in the same direction.

On my way to the gym, early so I don't have to wait my turn for a machine. Coffee in hand is my pre workout, breakfast, and the only reason I got out of bed this morning. It's so early the morning sun is hitting me straight in the eyes. I learned my lesson, after two mornings in a row of having my retinas practically burnt out, to wear my absolute darkest sunglasses.

The man from earlier must have long legs, because I've only walked half a block and he's already out of sight. Too bad, he had a nice ass and I don't like to scroll on my phone while walking so I was enjoying having something to look at.

It must be my imagination, but I keep seeing hotties in random places. Coincidence perhaps? There can't be that many hot men in my new city, and yet I keep seeing them around me. Also they all seem to look alike, they remind me of the guy from the gym. My type, who knew there was a city where my type was common... if I had known, I would have moved here a lot sooner.