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06 November 2002
1:42 a.m.

here is a boi story for you. this happened soon after i had moved in with ephelba. we had just made love, and she was crashed asleep in bed. i got up because i was not sleepy. i am butt naked, as i was thinking about hitting the shower. i am standing there in the living room with my shorts in one hand, trying to decide what to do. its like 2 am, but i'm wide awake. there is beer in the refrigerator, and i go get one. so there i am, on the couch [which reclines!], enjoying wonderful endorphins due to ephelba, and drinking a beer. life does not get better than this.

but then there is a creaky noise, the sound of a door opening. it is boi getting up for a late night pee. his room is just off the living room where i am. there is no time to whip on the shorts. i've really only just met the boy, its way too early in our relationship for him to see me naked. so i throw the shorts over my lap and try to look casual. [you see, this is the difference between living by one's self, where you can be naked anytime you want, and living with others, where mostly you need to be wearing the pants in main areas. it takes some getting used to.] boi comes out into the living room. he's all sleepy and stumbling, and his eyes are all squinty from the lights being bright. he shuffles past me without a hint that something is amiss. he goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. i put my pants on, and think that that was a close one. there are the sounds peeing, and then the toilet flushes.

now i'm waiting for boi to come back out, and there is nothing. i'm waiting, and finally there comes a small worried voice asking, "can i come out now? cause i don't want to see you naked." sigh. i tell him it is ok for him to come out now. he walks back to his room wordlessly. is that a look of disapproval on his face? when i go back to bed, i tell ephelba about the whole thing. she laughs her ass off [in that supportive and caring way she has] and we go to sleep.

in the morning, boy is full of all sorts of ideas and suggestions as to how to avoid this exact kind of problem in the future. for instance, next time, i could put on my pants before i go and enjoy a beverage. yep. or next time, i could go right into the shower, and not be in the living room without pants. sure could. or maybe, next time, i could put on pants before i leave the bedroom, and then i can go into any room i want. ok already. ephelba is having a hard time not wetting herself hearing all this. so we all agree that wearing pants outside the bedroom is a good thing, and now there are several excellent suggestions for making sure that nobody needs ever be pantsless in our family again. a very good thing indeed.