Manscaping in the Pink House (or lack thereof)
I'm going to give myself a bit of an ego boost.
Today I was walking to the takeaway and I go past a pink house. Yes it is pink, pastel pink. Naturally my eyes are drawn to the aberration. More strange is the open front door, so adding coal to the fire I focus on the open doorway.
The most odd was that coming out of the hallway of the pink house to most likely close the door was a naked man. I didn't immediately register his nudity, I saw his head first, then it just went downwards from there.
Haha I realised and I calmly looked ahead and kept walking. I hope that made him feel small. (HEHE, FUNNY)
The ego boost is that maybe I tripped some sort of voyeurism switch in him. Lawl. Yeah I'm totally the painter in Anais Nin's Delta of Venus. Laaaaaaaaaaaaaawl.
I don't really mind I suppose, haha I don't mean that in a perverted way. What I mean to say is that it didn't traumatise me or anything, my brief fling with /b/ prevents anything from having that kind of effect on me for the rest of my life.
I dearly wish to hold my llama.
Ciao llama !
