Cheeky Sweetie

I’m not really very body shy…unless I *really* care about what the person that may be seeing me naked thinks of me.  But when I’m with my girlfriends, I’ll change in front of them or whatever without much thought.  I know my body has many imperfections, but I also know that my friends like me for me and don’t really care what the package “me” comes in looks like.

So, a week ago, when I was in the #meatsuite with my sistahs, I left the door unlocked when I took a shower to get ready for Avitaween.  I figured that with six women in the place, the chances of one needing to use the bathroom while another was in the other bathroom were pretty high.  I just asked my suite-mates to wait until the glass door fogged up before walking in, heh.

I had just finished lathering up and rinsing off my generous curves when I heard the door open.  My head snapped up to see who it was, but with my glasses off, all I saw was khaki-ish shorts and a blue or green shirt slowly back out of the doorway.

“Well, fucking hell,” I thought to myself.  And then I just cracked up, because, really, what else can you do but laugh?

I took my time getting dressed after I turned off the shower and stepped out.  I was a little nervous to walk out there, having no earthly idea who it was that just witnessed the Sweetie’s Cheeks.  But I took a deep breath,  and stepped out into the living room smiling…..and scanning the room for a blue or green tee shirt, heh.

It was Marty.  Whom I had NEVER met before, and whose wife was sitting by his side.  Oy.

It seemed like everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see what I would do, but that may have just been my own anxiety warping reality for me.  So, I did what I always do…I made the best of it and told Marty I was glad we had been tweeting for the last few days or I may have felt a little violated. *snort*

Thankfully, no photos of that meeting will be posted.