Rule #3...Someone's always watching...

In case you haven't known me my entire life, or at least the last 5-6 years of it...I should share this simple piece of information with you. I loathe clothing.  Don't get me wrong, as a girl I love to shop, and my closet is full of all sorts of colors of tanks, tunics, graphic ts, button ups, ruffles, dresses, etc...but I frequently don't wear them.  You see, for several years now, I have had a few items on my bucket list, the first being: Where I wanted to go in college... :).  The second being to own my own island, in some part of the world where it is a perfect 77-82 degrees every day and I will not get sunburned...I realize that this is highly unlikely, but hey a girl can dream right.

Well anyway, during my college days I lived with all girls, all the time and did not have any male roommates.  This has multiple blessings; there's always tampons, face wash, nail polish, sewing kits, clothes, and shoes to borrow, or use depending on the item.  The downside: it reinforced my sense of loathing of clothes.  You see when living with girls, you all have the same parts, so why close the door when you change...it just means you have to talk louder to hear each other, and let's face it, that was just too much work for me.  So I did what any young lady would do as she develops her self-confidence, I did not always wear them, I believe I may have instilled free-balling Friday in B223, anything but thong Tuesday in 336, and Topless Any-Time in 1013.  Needless to say, I was like Terry Bradshaw in Failure to Launch:

I could not wait to  have a grown up house of my own where I could have a naked room, or floor, and just relax.  Then one day, while home by myself I decided that after showering, I'd just let myself air-dry while putting away my laundry.  I wasn't paying any attention, simply walking back and forth across my room (literally maybe 3 feet) to grab hangers and hang clothes up in the closet.  Suddenly, I heard the apartment door open, and the man was home.  The man stayed in the living room and suddenly yelled 

"Bre, what are you doing?" with slight concern in his voice...  

I responded with "putting away clothes in the closet". 

The Man: With Clothes on...

Bre: Well, I just got out of the shower and am air-drying but I will in a minute.

The Man: Bre, are both bedroom blinds shut? 

Instantly, I looked around to discover that no, both blinds were not shut, just one and dove into the closet searching for awkward things to thrown on in a small space.

Bre: Um I think so why?

The Man: Because we live in a highrise and there's people on the balcony across from ours and it looks like they were watching here.

Bre: Oh ya don't say...hmm, i didn't know that you could see our apartment so clearly from those balconies.

The Man: Bre, put clothes on and close the blinds, we live in the city now, and someone's always watching.

Lesson learned: someone's always watching and in this case, it's my perverted cross building neighbors. I also now always have the blinds closed.