Capitol Hill is sexy. But for all the public locales one might think of when they’re running through the list of the Hill’s sexiest, I prefer the personal — places from stories from friends that remind me of the spark in life. For me — and I’ll try to avoid TMI — the sexiest place on the Hill is now and always 315 13th Ave.
I spent only a few months there — years ago — in a filthy, 2-bachelor apartment on a transition between life phases, or something like that. The memory is of the neighbor across the street in the apartments across the way. She was beautiful and tall. And an exhibitionist (everybody quick to the google map and spin the view around!). Nothing overtly dirty. Just liked to walk around her apartment nude sometimes. My roommate and I would stop piecing together bike parts and wasting hours on computers, sit down on the couch, maybe crack a beer and watch her walk around her apartment doing apartment things like straightening a stack of magazines or watering a plant. Eventually, we’d get bored or she’d get dressed and everybody would go about some other business.
I got tired of permanent stacks of dirty dishes, got on with my life and moved out after only a few months. Never met the apartment woman. Never really wanted to. But I still think of 13th Ave as the keeper of mysterious sexual promise. All you neighbors are lucky to live there.
It’s where I first kissed my sweetie pie, and where we rendezvoused(sp?) for the first year and a half of our relationship.
The apartment below mine often sounds like the sexiest place on Capitol Hill.
I got engaged sitting in the street watching fireworks one block from that apartment!