Partly as a result of this post, I have begun to notice unexpected almost-naked encounters more often. One of the boys in the house opposite has just popped out for the third time, wearing only boxers, to put something in the rubbish bin. What is so urgent, on a Saturday afternoon, that you can't afford to put on some clothes before venturing outside to put something in the bin? Three separate times!? Do you not have a bin inside? Is there some incriminating evidence you wish to get rid of? Do you just want to show off your manly assets to the girl in the window above, or indeed, anyone who happened to be passing?
It's one thing to be faced with a couple of breasts in the kitchen, to cross paths with a boy in boxers on the way to the bathroom, or to have the door answered by a friend wearing only underwear, they're all things I take in my stride with no surprise. Hell, I've even got used to streaking down the street after dark or finding strangers asleep on the sofa as normal aspects of student activity, so perhaps a ten second glimpse of a next-to-naked neighbour needn't be comment-worthy.
They were quite nice boxers, after all.
On the jukebox: Jack Johnson ~ Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
It's one thing to be faced with a couple of breasts in the kitchen, to cross paths with a boy in boxers on the way to the bathroom, or to have the door answered by a friend wearing only underwear, they're all things I take in my stride with no surprise. Hell, I've even got used to streaking down the street after dark or finding strangers asleep on the sofa as normal aspects of student activity, so perhaps a ten second glimpse of a next-to-naked neighbour needn't be comment-worthy.
They were quite nice boxers, after all.
On the jukebox: Jack Johnson ~ Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
Is the colour of this blog changing every few minutes as I read, or have I gone insane?!
ReplyDeleteI think it's part of some psychological problem. Don't worry, I know other people who have suffered from the same symptoms, you're not alone :oP
ReplyDelete"One of the boys in the house opposite has just popped out for the third time, wearing only boxers, to put something in the rubbish bin."
ReplyDeletelol, you make it sound like you're sat with a pair of binoculars and a thermos of tea, watching their every move :-p
(because all stalkers have binocs and tea. it's the law, or something)
I do have tea. :oD
ReplyDeleteHah, I was going to put a "not actually a Peeping Tom/stalker" disclaimer but I felt that it could be a case of "I wouldn't think that for an instant...until you suggested it" response.
My bedroom is front-facing. Revision is boring. Eyes wander. It's inevitable. *shrugs* What else is a girl to do?
Nothing to do with guys/ housemates in boxers... But I like the current text size!
ReplyDeleteI fully understand the revision distraction thing. It's not like middle-aged cyclists in Lycra sweating up a hill is even that attractive a sight, yet watching them (and feeling very unfit) I am...
How bizarre. Your text changes size with the browser. Looks like I'm going to be viewing in Internet Explorer from now on!
ReplyDeleteText size changes with browser? That I did not know! *switches to IE to see*
ReplyDeletehalf an hour later
so it does! As I see it in FF, it's the same style & size as Callan's? Hmm. Could you not use the Ctrl+ function to big up the text size?