Cute Pajamas

"Cute pj's."

"Um," I said awkwardly as I stood bare in front of the hottest guy on Earth. "Bye."

When my dog broke free of my hold on our daily walk, I was pissed. It forced me to run a block. That scroungy mutt made me run a block, something I do not do. To make things worse, I was in my pajamas. I was in my superman, short shorts and a very loose, very big, very revealing tank top. Imagine the wind blowing at me and shifting my top in every direction, allowing my goods to hang free and my hair to swallow my face whole. To say that I was discombobulated was an understatement. I was completely and utterly distraught.

But to put the icing on the cake, my dog had to lead me straight into the hottest guy I had ever met. My dog practically attacked him, and once I pried him off, there was a flurry of licks and fur. My dog was so bipolar. Anyways, then I had to actually talk to somebody like him, a walking, talking God among humans. Dean Travis.Too bad he had to see me in those pajamas.