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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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...typing by the window in my cotton joggers and vest. I stretch and turn towards the window, glance up and down the street, and the girl from the beauty salon across the street is copping an eyeful.
I look away, carry on, drink my coffee and forget about it. A few minutes later, I look back. Still copping an eyeful.
I look away. Carry on typing, drinking coffee. I look back, she's drinking coffee, copping an eyeful. I look away. Repeat.
I look back, she's on her phone, copping an eyeful. I laugh out loud. I can't help it.
The local basketcase, can of lager in one hand and a fag in the other, hears me, sees me, then starts laughing and babbling nonsense, walking around in circles...
Yeah I better get dressed now! |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"Are you wearing crotchless joggers? 
*Looks down...*
No they still have a few good months left in them Are you wearing Marvel undies?"
Noooo, I don't have any 
It's probably my guns and my lovely toned shoulders, that'll be it |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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"She's probably wondering why a grown man is wearing joggers. "
Just to be sure, those greyb cotton sweatpants that only grown men seem to wear (because they're not black Northface trackies) |
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