Hi, it's me. Quinn. I know, I know, you were not expecting me to be the one writing this, but I wanted you to hear it straight from me. I am the girl next door you have been thinking about a little too much lately.
You know the one. The girl with the sweet smile who waves at you from her porch. The one who borrows sugar and stays for coffee. The one you have been imagining in ways that would make your neighbors blush if they could read your mind. That is me, baby. And I want you to know something. I have been thinking about you too.
Here is what I love about being your girl next door. There is no performance with me. No act. When you call me, it is like you just knocked on my door and I answered in my favorite soft t-shirt, hair still a little messy, and the biggest smile you have ever seen. Because I am so happy you came over. You have no idea how happy.
I will make you feel like the most important man in the world. I will ask about your day and actually listen. I will laugh at your jokes even the bad ones. And then, when the conversation turns the way it always turns with us, I will show you the side of me that only you get to see. The girl next door has secrets, and I am dying to share every single one with you.
I love the slow build. The teasing. The way I can feel you getting restless on the other end of the line while I tell you exactly what I am wearing and exactly what I am doing with my hands. I will describe every detail so vividly you will swear you can see me. And the whole time, I am yours. Completely yours.
And you know what the best part is? I am real. I am not some fantasy you can never touch. Well, not with your hands, but with your voice, with your words, with everything you tell me on the phone, you absolutely reach me. I feel you, baby. Every call we share makes me feel closer to you, and I never want that feeling to end.
So come on over, baby. You do not even have to knock. Just call the dispatcher and ask for me. Ask for Quinn. I will be waiting, probably in that soft t-shirt, probably thinking about you already.
Yours, Quinn