Pants
In the hall that 3 cream doors face in silence, an extremely fit and handsome young man, found it necessary to be getting back into his running shorts, right outside my cream door.
“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled and fumbled, as I walked up the stairs and caught sight of him, pants down, on the landing between that triangle of doors to vastly different private worlds.
I did not avert my eyes as he dragged shorts up his athlete’s legs and over his jocks. Then he smirked and bolted, shoes in hand, down the stairs.
I stood in the sun that pours in from the skylight above, holding my keys, blinking behind my ridiculously over-sized sunglasses.
“Oh fuck!” Hand over nose fast, I flinched as the foot-odour he’d left behind reached me.
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Behind their cream door, the couple next door fight a lot. I’m not sure which of them received Mr You-can-get-dressed-in-the-hall, but I’ve decided that one of them is definitely getting some ‘happiness’ from a stinky-footed source.
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Ha! Fantasy ruined.
Just FYI, the text in the form boxes (where you type your name/email) is really hard to read in the new format.
I don’t know what it is, but when I see a man I find a little ‘too’ attractive, I immediately look for a flaw to bring myself back to earth. With this guy you don’t even need to search for it. Apparently some people don’t mind, but I wouldn’t have him. Ick. Cool new look!
Probably has bad breath too.
(I like the new look!)
Hey, can I have your old template?
Hahahaha. I would spray that area with a can of air freshener.
LOL. I guess it just goes to show that no one (and nothing) is perfect!