Trauma
Here's a shortlist of things Mel didn't need to see tonight as we were walking Shady:
1) completely-naked female neighbour
2) completely-naked male neighbour
3) completely-naked male neighbour holding his favourite "friend"
4) complete-naked neighbours subsequently having sex doggy-style in front of an open patio door, on the second floor, with no blinds covering said window, with the living room lights on.
For some reason that completely escapes me, this entire scene completely escaped me and my notice until after we had walked past said window. I feel as though I've somehow missed out on something, especially with the way Mel has been restlessly pacing the apartment and ranting about how she didn't want or need to see our neighbour's favourite sexual positions. Though it has been amusing to see her speech patterns devolve into frantic, exasperated squeaks.
I suppose it's just as well that I missed this entire display of exhibitionism; I'd probably get slapped by Mel and branded a pervert. Yet it certainly has brought a smile to my face in watching Mel suffer quite the cute little panic attack as the trauma of what she saw continues to hurt her.
And here you thought this was going to be another little bit of nowhere about
our sex lives again. Ah, so close, yet so far away! Well, as far away as the apartment two floors down, and on the other side of the hallway, at any rate.
Today's Lesson: there is nothing wrong with the human body, nor is there anything wrong about couples having sex. Mel, however, would please ask that you take this post to heart and, should you feel the urge to get down with the jungle boogey, please don't do it in plain view where she can see it.
(I still can't believe I didn't even notice any of this....)
posted by Phillip at 8:07 PM
