Last night I put on a show for some guys standing outside my window...of course I wasn't aware of this right away.

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I've always been the type of gal that figured the type of guy she wanted to attract would be attracted to certain things. You know, cool sexy things like being able to drive a stick or having the willingness to pee outside during a 5-day back packing trip. Ohhhh...sexy right? Well I guess it doesn't really matter what most men think, my man thinks its sexy and it works for me, so I try to keep up this "oddly sexy-cool" persona. It's not that I'm faking it - most of this stuff I'd do anyway (been driving a stick since I was 14!).

This week, Kevin is out of town on business. We just moved into our new apartment and there's a lot to be done. How cool would it be of me to have everything organized, cleaned, decorated and put together so that when he arrives on Sunday he comes home to a nice "home" not just an apartment full of boxes? That's what I was thinking last night when I began to hang the curtains.

Now I must admit that this "playing house" hasn't been easy. Saturday was spent building and putting together new shelving in the closet. This required some plastering and sanding after removing the old shelves. Sunday I put up shelves in the bathroom, hung clothes, organized books, cleaned the kitchen and carried some large boards home from Home Depot with which I plan to make a minibar/book case type piece.

Then I started on the curtains. The two brackets I had on each end weren't doing the job so last night I bought a third bracket for the middle support. Well, after moving the ladder around and getting the third bracket in I realized it didn't fit the rod. So then I had to unscrew the bracket as well as the bracket on the left and switch them. The whole time I'm 'dancing' around on the window sill jumping back and forth from ladder to window, drilling and screwing and reaching and repositioning.

Then, I notice a flash - like from a camera! I look out our 3rd floor window which faces LaFayette St. in the East Village and notice a few guys down on the street, across the street, are taking pictures. I didn't think much of it as there is a club across the street and people hang out there and party. I figured they were just having a good time. Then after a few more flashes and some looking around, I realized they were having a good time with me!

"What?" I gestured as I looked out the window. I realized that the dark outside plus the bright lights inside were making for an excellent view of my house-decorating show. I tried not to pay attention to them. I noted my clothing - a white pair of sweats and a bright pink long sleaved T that revealed my mid-section when I reached above my head to unscrew a bolt.

They kept watching

"What?" I gestured again, "Go away, there's nothing to look at!" and then I shook my head as I grabbed the drill.

"Oh she's got a drill now," I actually heard one of them say as they hooted and hollered. Leave it to my NYC windows and walls to not be so sound proof.

I finished the project, glancing out again at them and shaking my head. One of them gestured an "I'm in love" sign as he put his hands over his heart. The other got down on one knee.

Again, I shook my head in disapproval and disbelief and jumped off the window sill. I faced them directly from my position on the floor and took a giant dramatic bow and then turned about-face and walked away into the back of the apartment. When I came back to check out my job on the curtains, my admirers were gone.

Here I was preparing the house for my man in what I thought was a cool-sexy gesture. Maybe I should have just waited for him to get home and let him watch! Clearly the watching is the sexy part!