Welcome to my happily ever after...
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slutty story
I am seriously dying of boredom today. For some reason, things are really slow today, and even though I'm not complaining about that, it would be nice to have something to do for a little while. I'm not sure what the deal is.
I thought of something I've been meaning to write about for a long time. When I first moved to Houston, I moved to this little bitty matchbox-sized apartment in a fourplex over in the gay part of town. The neighborhood was weird in the way that the buildings were in relation to the street, and my building was built perpendicular to the lot, and the building next door was parallel to ours. There was a little concrete walkway that went around the back of the building, and then a wooden fence separated our property from the back patios of the building behind us.
Ok, so one night I hear noises out there and decide to venture back there and see what was back there. I wanted to make sure that someone wasn't back there spying on me through my windows. That's when I realized that if the people behind me left their blinds open on their sliding glass patio door, I could see inside their whole apartment. If I looked through a hole in the fence, I could literally see everything they were doing. So I peeped, and what a coincidence that there was a guy in there getting boned on the couch by another cute guy! So I watched.
This turned into a regular thing. I'd get bored and wander around the back of the building, and if I was lucky could catch a show. He seemed to entertain quite often.
Now this guy had to know I was back there. Many a night I'd be back there and he'd come outside to smoke some weed or a cigarette, and there I'd be all crouched down hiding and trying to be a quiet as possible. If I remember correctly, I'd occasionally sneeze or step on a twig and make noise, and he never let on that he knew. I'd get trapped back there sometimes when he'd get on the phone or something, and I'd literally have to stay there for an hour or whatever until he went inside. He'd see or hear me if I tried to move.
One night I was at the movies with Carlos (seeing the Sixth Sense, and how I remember that, I am not sure), and as we're leaving the theater I see a guy that I recognize. I couldn't quite put my finger on how though. Then it hit me....it was the pervert from the building behind me! Or was I the pervert for watching him? Either way, it was odd to run into him out in person. If he knew who I was, he didn't let on.
This went on the whole year that I lived there. If I didn't feel like getting online and looking at porn, I could always just go in my backyard and catch the live show.
And that's a slutty story for you.
THE END
3:11 p.m. - 2004-08-02
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