One hour stand

I’m apartment hunting -  an unusual set of relationships.
I call you to come by and check out your place. You let me me in. We wander around the apartment, examining the objects in the lives of the people who currently live here. Sometimes we make small talk. I decide if this is what I want or not. Sometimes I even tell you right away. Or, I say thanks, I’ll call you.

Sometimes I don’t call. I meant to but I got so caught up in all the new people I had one hour stands that I forgot about you. Or you were farther away than I wanted to be. Sometimes there just wasn’t the free flowing air that I needed.
Then again, sometimes I do call but you’ve found someone else. They came in and knew right away that you were the one. You had a need to fill and you filled it.

Once in a while, we both click. I like you and the place. You like me. My cheque clears.
Short lived encounters…in anticipation of new beginnings.