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I had seen him many times over the past few months, since moving to my new place. He was a security officer for my community, and was usually sitting near one of the gates in the evening. I have to admit, every time I came or left, I was on the lookout for him. I never really saw him up close, but could see he had a goatee, dark hair, and wasn't a tall guy, probably around 5'7" or 5'8" tall.

What I did always notice was his demeanor. He was all man, and he had a certain confidence, even arrogance to him. Regrettably, he almost always caught me looking at him, and would nod at me and I would smile and nod back.

One evening, I was coming in from the store. I had bought way too much shit, and was definitely going to need to make multiple trips to get it all into my condo. As I passed the gate nearest my place, I saw him sitting dutifully in his security cart, which was like some monster golf cart with off-road tires and clearly improved suspension. Again, he caught me looking at him, and nodded, only this time I thought I saw him smile at me. I did a double-take and smiled back. Man he was beautiful!

As I drove toward my parking space, I saw his cart start following me, and at first I just figured he was heading the same direction. Then, he passed the last turn before my place, and I felt the first splash of adrenaline hit my blood stream. Part of me was hoping I'd get the chance to strike up a conversation with him, so I could check him out close up. The other half of me was terrified of a confrontation that could embarrass me in my community.

"Oh fuck, I've been snagged. He caught me looking at him. I'm SUCH a fuck up. Why did I have to keep staring at him," I thought to myself. Not knowing what else to do, I pulled into my parking space. I watched in terror as he parked his cart right behind me and hopped out. I rolled down the window, as I saw him start walking toward me.

"Fuck, look at the way he struts. This guy is so fuckin' hot!" I thought to myself. Suddenly realizing my predicament, I tried to beat my libido into submission, thinking to myself, "What the fuck are you doing? The guy is about to confront you, and you're STILL fantasizing about him! This is fuckin' pathetic!"

As he approached my window, he crossed his fingers, and rested his forearms on the window frame, so his hands were very close to me. He had beautiful hands— well-groomed, wide, masculine hands. The thought of