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gSteph

The view from the other side of the room

Have you ever been walked in on?

(I don’t mean when you look over and there’s your 2-year old toddler with big eyes wondering what you and mommy are doing.)

When my wife and I were 1st – ah – dating we spent most nights at my place cause I had a king-size heated waterbed. She – new to town, had gotten a room at Micky’s house, and only had a thin ‘featherbed’ sleeping pad.

(‘Micky’ was a party girl. She’d come home for lunch and sunbathe in her bikini while reading Cosmo. On weekends (and some week nights) she’d go on the prowl looking to bring home someone. Hopefully a cowboy, or at least some dude with cocaine. She was good at finding some dude with cocaine.

Anyway this night we’re at future wife’s place, Micky heads out, some TV, then we retire for some more get to know you fun, I complain about the lack of padding in the featherbed “this ain’t a real bed, can’t even tie you to it” I joke. “We could move to Micky’s bed” she replied “She’s never home till late”. We throw a blanket down, find some scarves for ‘rope’, and play this exciting game we’ve never played before. Somehow happy noise drowned out the sound of car, and front door opening… Yep, Micky caught one early, I look up and see her coming thru door with this expression of shock and perhaps more respect for her ‘vanilla’ roommate.

How about you? Real life or clubbing.