You know what time it is, right??? TMI Thursday time, hosted by the rather wonderful and TOTALLY one-of-a-kind LiLu . . .
Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!
I wasn't entirely sure how TMI this tale actually was but then I remembered I'd posted a version of it on my Bebo blog a couple of years back and of my friends had private messaged me telling me I needed to stop talking about this stuff "in public". Therefore she surely considered it a TMI, right? Either way, I think it's a funny story.
Although it does make me sound like a bit of a fanny. (But, hey, you probably knew that anyway!)
When I first moved into my flatshare in July 2003, I was a bit bored. I didn't know any of my flatmates at the time and they weren't around for those first few days anyway. I had no TV. Most of my belongings were at my parents.
I DID have two large windows though, which take up most of the outside wall of my room. The curtains didn't cover them very well, so I could see into the flat across the road from me. There was always lots of guys in it, so I was very curious - although I couldn't tell if they were good looking or not! Anyway, to amuse myself, I would imagine that they were watching ME too and when it came to getting ready for bed . . . I used to TEASE them. I would stand only partially concealed by the curtain as I undressed . . . seemingly unaware that they were there . . . but I would never reveal too much. I'm not a stripper - but I'll admit I WAS being a bit of an exhibitionist. What can I say, boredom does funny things to people . . .
So after a couple of weeks of this, one night one of my flatmates made us all dinner (she was moving in with her man the next week) and I imbibed quite a bit of wine. (Believe it or not, I didn't drink a lot in those days and all the times I had been doing my little strip"tease" in front of the window . . . I had been completely sober. I know, how things change right?) After a few hours I wound my way down the hall to my room, more than ready for bed.
I could see the light was on in the flat opposite but I wasn't paying much attention. I sat down at my desk to take out my contacts, but right before I did so, I detected a movement out of the corner of my eye. And turned . . .
In the flat opposite, one of the guys was standing topless, pressed against the window staring over at me!!!!
At this point, I totally freaked out, closed the curtains as best I could, and switched off all the lights.
I never teased them again.
Perhaps I missed out on the (topless) guy of my dreams? I guess I'll never know . . .