I can see the space-needle

I went out to grab my skates out of my car, and I had to stop and gaze down over the water, stare at Seattle, the city I have grown into being a part of. It was nothing but breath-taking. It was like a movie clische, I was just waiting for someone dark and tall to walk out of the shadows and swing me into the arms and kiss me passionatley. And right there and then my legs would go wobbley under the moon and I would drop my skates...
But in reality we all know that if some dark stranger came out from the alley trying to kiss me, I'd wack them over the head with my skates. Yikes, I guess I do lack some finesse and romantic imagination.