A week or so after the extensive nookie/ménage à quatre incident, Adam and I were sitting on our balcony in our new patio chairs (thanks Pam and Tony!). Given that it was incredibly windy and was prone to spitting rain from time to time, I'm fairly sure all our neighbors thought we were slightly crazy. But dammit, we've lived here for nearly a year and a half, and only just got patio furniture, so we were going to make certain we used it. Now, there's really no place we can sit on the balcony and not see at least partially into either our neighbors on the left side (who also have a balcony, attached to ours) or on our right side (who don't have one at all, but pay the same in rent as we do, which is a total rip-off), unless we're staring straight out, which gets a bit boring. Generally, I think everyone who has a balcony tries not to intrude, but it does happen, and movement sparks a glance. So I'm sitting there, facing Adam, who is facing out at an angle away from our non-balcony, loud-orgy-having neighbors. Out of the corner of my eye, I see an arm and part of an upper body that could have a pinky, fitted shirt on, or could be naked. I can't really tell, as it was just a flash, and honestly, I don't much care. Until a few minutes later, when I look over and see, seated on the window-seat type thing that runs the full length of the windows, an ass-crack. A splotchy pink (not spotty--or zitty, as said in the US--just splotchy) back, and an unremarkable ass, other than it was naked. Guy wasn't overly podgy, but wasn't fit. Not unattractive per se, but certainly not prepossessing either. He was merely noticeable by virtue of the fact that he was naked. In front of a cathedral window. That, whilst not having immediately close neighbors, does have plenty of people who can see in (again, probably using Tony's "bird-watching" binoculars). Oh, and me. Goody. Because my life was clearly incomplete, not having seen vaguely douchebaggy neighbor's ass.
Admittedly, it does lend a bit of spice to Adam's and my life. One of the crappier spices, that has limited to no use, perhaps (celery seed, maybe? I've only ever used that twice). And more importantly perhaps, it provides blog-fodder. We'll see if they keep the loud sex and nakedness us. Since summer has already passed here for all intents and purposes, I'll be holding out for next year--skylights are closed more now, and these flats do not exactly get or stay warm in winter. In fact, we're looking at moving most of our lives upstairs, where it should be easier to stay warm. Bathroom is downstairs, as is kitchen, but everything else can move upstairs, with the possible exception of Adam's computer--and I have a laptop, so that's not even all lost.
