I love to be naked. As far as I am concerned, naked is the state all non-ugly humans should be in at all times. Because I am living with a gay man, I tend to not be naked as much as I would like to be. I respect him enough to not make him deal with all my girly bits in person. The past few days, Benji has not been home. My time has been spent wonderfully naked roaming my apartment. I've mostly been keeping to my room, so as my naked butt wouldn't touch his couch.
I went wandering from my room late last night, flipped on the light in the kitchen, and went to grab something to drink. I poured a rather full glass of wine and walked aimlessly into the living room. I was going to grab a book off the shelf and sit in my room and read. It has been a long time since I have had the time to read a good book.
I contemplated my choice of book for a bit, took a few sips of my wine, and that's when I noticed I had a bruise on my left boob.
I hoisted the lefty up as far as I could to get a better look at the bruise and stayed that way for a good minute, contemplating where the quarter-sized black and blue mark (just millimeters above my left nipple) could have come from. After wracking my brain for a satisfactory answer to the mystery I released my chest into its resting state and found a book. I picked it up and started to read a bit walking across the living room when all of a sudden I hear a car horn.
I turned to face the curtain that normally covers our sliding glass door, planning to pull it back a little and see what was going on. It was not there. I had been walking around in my house with all the lights on at night with a huge two paneled glass door showing all my bits and pieces to the neighborhood.
I quickly closed the drapes and chuckled to myself about how exposed I could have been.
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The next day I woke up and got myself ready for a day out, as I had a lot of running around to do. I took a shower, got dressed, and headed out to my car when I noticed a really attractive guy coming out of the apartment of my 80 year old crotchety neighbor.
I decided this was a perfect time to strike up a conversation with this cute guy who I had not seen before. Walking over to him I noticed two things. He was blushing more and more the closer I got to him and his smile was getting bigger and bigger.
I know I am cute but DAMN! I had this guy sheepish and submissive before I even said hello...
I'm awesome.
I got close enough to him to be able to hold a conversation, so I started.
"Hi. I'm Anna. I live next door. Did you just move in?" I knew he hadn't, but it was a good opener.
He looked at me, winked and simply said, "Hope you enjoyed youe wine last night." Then, he got into his car and left.
WHY GOD?!?! WHY DID I HAVE TO INSPECT MY BOOB WHEN THE HOT GUY WAS SNOOPING ON ME?!?!?!
It is events like this that have kept me from getting laid recently.... I am not happy about it.
Stumble It!