Can I Show It To You?

So I don’t know how many of you remember a post from back in February, This One’s NC-17, but my neighbor is moving out.  He’s officially out end of the month, but he’s moving back East this Saturday.  I just came home and he came out into the hall as I was getting the mail, as is his wont.  He told me he was gone as of the weekend and asked if I wanted some booze and sundry items that he doesn’t want to ship.  I’m not a big drinker, but I took a cast iron skillet and some light bulbs.  I thanked him and told him if he felt like it to knock and say hi/bye before he left, if I’m around.

That was not enough.

He followed me down the hall to my apartment, hemming and hawing, and then said, so I was thinking, before I move away forever and never see you again… can I show it to you?  There was a moment of dis-ease.  Sorry?  I asked, I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.  Um, he said, well, I just would be sad if I moved away and you never saw it.  I know you said this one time you were outside a bar and this drunk guy showed you his and I want to show you mine.  At this point I knew where this was going, but once agian was in shock and disbelief (for as savvy as I am, you’d think I’d get it together in these moments, but I’m so busy trying not to shame anyone).  So what are we talking about, specifically?  I asked.  I want to show you my penis, he finally said.  Oh.  Well.

Now it was my turn to hem and haw.  Again, I never want to make anyone feel bad about their sexual proclivities.  Well, I asked, is it important to you?  I am an idiot.  He stressed once again that he really wanted to show me his penis and suggested that now would be a good time for him. I explained I had a call to make and now didn’t work for me.  Then he had the gall to say that he’d just given me a fifty dollar skillet, which I promptly offered to return.  He walked away dejected, leaving me with the skillet, but saying he’d knock to see if I’m around later in the week.

Looks like I’ll be laying low until Saturday.

My Hospital Adventure

Thanks for all the well wishes.  I”m fine… look, I”m even typing.

The story:  I cut my finger while washing dishes, probably should have gone to the hospital right away, but was busy being a big brave girl.  So, around five pm Melanie convinced me to unwrap it and have a look – ick, meaty.  Parker drove me to Cedars, where he dropped me off and went for cocktails. They said for just a couple stitches it should be just an hour.  Poor Jonathan came to “pick me up,” and wound up waiting with me for hours and hours.  So I got there at 8pm, they didn’t take me to a bed until 11 something.  Long story short – too late – by the time they got to me it was too late to suture.  So offered me an unneeded xray, cleaned me off, wrapped me back up, and sent me on my way.  Oh, Jonathan saw a celebrity in the waiting room, while I was being sewn up, but he couldn’t remember her name.

I’m super tired, but fine… let’s just wait and see what Cedars charges to do nothing.