Nude to the neighborhood.
Living alone now, I spend so much time in the nude that I occasionally forget I’m not wearing any clothes. Fortunately, I have yet to be so absentminded as to step outside before getting dressed. That is not to say, however, that my neighbors haven’t had a chance to see me naked.
I certainly gave them a large enough window of opportunity:
Front door-sized, to be precise. And it wasn’t until my third day of residence that I realized how little privacy those blinds provide. Uh…
Oops! What can you do? Nothing but buy some drapes and continue to let it alllll hang out.
Plus, even if they did see everything, I doubt that anyone in my complex would mention anything. It’s not like they’re going to meet my “Good morning!” with a “Nice to see you naked, yesterday!” Maybe the 30-something gay man whose own entrance is directly across the walkway from mine; but as he hasn’t come a knockin’ in search of more than just a cup o’ sugah -
I may not actually be the inadvertent exhibitionist I thought myself to be!
