Well, At Least He Thinks My Life Has More Excitement In It Than It Actually Has, I Guess...

{Disclaimer: As I am exhausted (and a little drunk) some parts of the following post have been copied'n'pasted for your enjoyment, so font may be a little wonky.}

{...Also, please ignore the switch(es) between past and present tense. I have no idea. That was simply how I apparently decided to write it.}

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As I just explained to Best Friend 3 via Google Instant Message; I think I may have implied to the window cleaner that I have an active sex life.

He turned up to finish the windows he had apparently started earlier (they looked unusually clean on the outside. I thought it must have been the rain storm).
     Anyway, here I am in my makeshift pj's; no socks, no shoes, and more importantly, no bra - you remember my boobs? even as fat as the rest of me has gotten, when I go bra-less, it shows - and I sleepily open the door to the elements to give him his money, THEN remember that I am in my pj's and have no socks, shoes or bra.
     So! I do the first thing that I think of, which is clutch my arms over my scantily clad chest, apologize that I won't be offering him a beverage as I usually do because I am "indisposed"; and hand him his money.

     He in turn goes wide eyed, looks me up and down and stammers; ,,,oh! right! yeah! sorry! thanks! right!" before taking the money and concentrating hard on the window pane he is currently rubbing.

     I thank him, and shut the door.

     And that is that.

.....It took a full five minutes for me to realize what he may have thought I meant.

Oops.

The End.

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Ah well.

     =shrugs=

Alice x