Oh Boy

Before bed, I've been putting my clothes out for the next day for at least 5 years now. I can't remember exactly when I started. Hmm...it still seems useful to me.

Onto something else. 

I recalled the other day sneaking in through my girlfriend's window when I was a teenager. I think it's funny how I did such a devilish, cliche, mainstream pursuit. I feel like I never did anything orthodox or standard ever. That was fun though:

• Calling my girlfriend around midnight to see if her parents were still awake
• Parking my car a street away and running through the alley up behind her house
• Adrenaline and horniness throwing me up the 8 foot fence which led me up to the roof above the garage
• Tip-toeing across the rooftop to an empty dark window where I knew she was waiting
• Throwing one leg over into the warmth of her room where she'd practically start grabbing me
• No more words said other than "Hey there" and "I love you" for the next two or three hours
• Laying there, breathing hard and sweating in her bed, far removed from worrying about her parents suddenly coming in or checking on a noise
• Laughing with her and delaying my departure so long until the reality of 4:00 or 5:00AM forces me to look for my clothes
• Smiling at the search for my clothes which had been lustfully strewn around her room, because it recaps the moments in my head of the hours before
• Kisses at her window sill that last far too long, mostly in fear of when the next time will be that we meet
• Clumsily tip-toeing back across the roof down to the garage, jumping to the pavement and sprinting to my car because I thought I made a noise and triggered the automatic lights
• Grinning as I speed back home to my mom and dad's, trying to beat the sunrise

Man, I could die and be proud of that.