Ordering a pizza while on lockdown reminded me of a missed opportunity from about 10 years ago ...
I had just started dating my eventual wife, maybe a month or so in. She came over on a Saturday morning, the clothes came off, and she basically spent the weekend buck naked in my apartment. Well at one point we decided to order a pizza. She's sitting on the couch, which is against the wall, and to the left of the couch is the front door to the apartment.
The delivery guy knocks, I quickly pull on some shorts and answer it, hand him the money, take the pizza, and he leaves. Took all of about 10 seconds. Only as he's walking away and I look over at my gf do I see she's beet red, all curled up, unsuccessfully trying to cover up her good bits. And that's when I realize what a glorious ENF opportunity I missed.
All I had to do was ask the guy to hold the door for a minute while I got the money. Or asked him to put the pizza on the table just inside the door. Or something. Anything. And he'd have gotten to see everything she had. All I had to do was find an excuse for him to poke his head in. Damn.
I mentioned the incident to my wife the other night, and I was surprised to find that she totally remembered (rather vividly) being absolutely terrified that I was going to expose her. Yet at the same time, she seemed a little turned on by what could have been.
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