Close call ...
Published by charming, but single on 7.11.2005 at 7/11/2005 11:13:00 AM.
I called B on Sunday night, quite unsure how I was going to broach the subject of the bra in the kitchen. He teased me for being so drunk on Friday night and I thanked him for bringing me home.
Then it was time. All of my skill in being coy went drained from my body.
"So, um," I said. "I've been putting together the events of Friday night."
"Yeah, you were pretty loaded," B said. "It's not surprising that you can't remember."
"Yeah, so I woke up and, this is going to sound odd, but, um, my bra and all of my clothes were, um, in the kitchen," I said, kind of blurting out the last part.
B laughed.
"So, you weren't there when, um ..." I trailed off.
"No no no. You were fulled clothed when I left!" he assured me.
"So I didn't flash you?" I asked.
"Unfortunately, no," he said.
