I was striding home the other night after an invigorating powerwalk (yeah, I pump my arms and everything - I am a superdork, I know), when I was stopped dead in my tracks. I froze on the opposite of Greenwood, standing in front of my building, staring up. It was dark out (since it gets dark at like 2pm here in the PNW in the wintertime), and so any window where there are lights on really stands out, right?
Well, apparently the girl in the unit that I was looking at didn't realize this piece of helpful information, because she was standing right smack in front of her bedroom window, no blinds pulled down, overhead light on, completely starkers from the waist up! Ok, she had her back to the window, so I thought, right, she's just going to put on a shirt and Bob's your uncle. So I waited (yes, I'm a peeping Tom). Next she pulled the sleeves of a shirt over her arms like you do right before you put it over your head, but instead of keeping her back to the window while she did this, she pivoted to the right and I could totally see her boobs!! (No, she wasn't even wearing a bra.) I was shocked! So, I scurried across the street and inside the front door before she saw me gawking and called the po-po.
Therefore, because of this, ah, illuminating experience, I stand by my phobia of having the blinds open when it's dark out. Because, well, there are people like me out there that are rather voyeuristic.
So, do me a favor and close your curtains, shades or whatever, before you go topless in front of your window, especially when it's dark out, mmm-k?
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When Bryan and I were in New York in '02, we were sitting in a cute Mexican restaurant for dinner and checking out the building across the street. Low and behold, a woman was getting dressed on like the 10th floor. We only got bra action, though.
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