Originally posted August 9, 2007
Our main library is temporarily housed in a scary old government building that gives one the feeling that they are going to have their soul sucked out by Dementors around every corner. Shelves are stacked in every nook, cranny and in every possible old scary room that was accessible. While on a hunt for a “Teach yourself HTML and CSS” bible I found myself in a very dark, very dead end, very quiet part of the library that housed law books.
Snooze fest! Who on EARTH would want to read “Indiana State Court Rulings of 1984?”
The thought then entered my head that this would be an excellent place to do a little public bow chicka bow bow (you know, if you were into that type of thing), and if it were a good place for public nookie it would probably also be a good place to fix my underskirt that was hiking up my crotch because I didn’t fix it properly after using the hobbit sized bathrooms on level one.
So that’s what I did.
I hiked up my skirt and fixed it. Undies exposed. Very unladylike.
It was then that I heard a page turn and a voice clear. Dude on the other side of “Indiana State Court Rulings of 1984? just got the most front row seat possible to my skirt hitching and fixing possible. What a gentleman, he waited UNTIL I WAS DONE, to let me know he was there.
Nothing like flashing young, up and coming attorneys in the library to bring back my carnal need to blog.