… My counter “offensive”, that is.
I had an offer last night to, erm, have some fun. In my bedroom. Around 10 pm or so.
Loudly.
I was sorta looking forward to it. Not just for the obvious reasons, but also to make an announcement of sorts to my neighbors.
A proclamation, if you will. With lots of profanity and exclamations.
But alas– plans fell through. No fun was had, and I ended up in bed… alone… except for Phoebe and my iPad.
The good news is that when plans fell through, we made tentative secondary plans for this weekend. Possibly including a sleepover replete with opportunities for annoyingly loud homo buttsex in the wee hours.
Karma-diddily-ho, good neighbors.
Of course, my track record with this gent hasn’t been the greatest, so I’m not counting any chickens just yet.
I don’t like to hear my neighbors having sex, and vice-versa. Just me, I guess.
do you cam?