"I dare you. Come on! I DARE you."
So there I stood. Butt naked and obviously uncomfortable, answering the door for the Pizza Delivery boy (who I really hoped would be the equivalence of prince charming). But on the other hand, I hoped he wasn't. I mean it's swimsuit season, but my body is so not swimsuit ready. And I mean, my fantasy of being pinned up to the door with the pizza on the ground, and the boy on my body, didn't seem so realistic. I could clearly make out the sound of the engine, and it was only seconds away before a complete stranger would see my barely there boobs, eager for some pizza. Uh, wait. Did I say that right?
The doorbell rang, and so the embarassment begins.
"Oh, h-hey John"
Oh fuck.
