I recently mentioned my neighbor who doesn’t have anything covering her windows, allowing us lucky neighbors to peer inside. My husband Tate, who leaves for work ridiculously early in the morning when it’s still pitch black outside, has seen our neighbor naked twice.
“You saw her naked again!” I asked, both appalled and oddly intrigued.
“I couldn’t help it,” Tate reasoned. “Her light was on, it was dark outside, how could I not look? And there she was! Completely naked.”
“Welllll…,” Of course I had to pry for details. “Was she hot?”
“It was like looking at a mom, or something. It’s not like she was hot.” Tate said, his disgust apparent until he saw the look of shock on my face.
“Oh! Wait! That’s not what I meant…”
There are some things that just can’t be taken back.
For those of you reading and concerned about Tate’s well being, I’d like to assure you that he is still alive and with all of his parts intact. Barely.