Not my finest hour—please don’t judge…
When I moved from the West Coast back east a few years ago, I rented the upstairs area in a house to save money and buy some time to figure out where I wanted to live. My roommate was a single guy in his late 30’s, and tended to date younger. He was tall, good-looking, and successful, so he was always out with this or that girl, many of them ending up back at the house.
One evening I was still up and in the living room watching TV, about to go to bed, when he came home with his latest catch. She was in her late 20’s, brunette, really pretty face and great, petite, fit body. They had clearly had a bit to drink, and he opened a bottle of wine for them and poured me a glass as well, so I stayed up a few extra minutes and chatted with them before heading upstairs to give them their privacy.