I visited an old basic training buddy in Abq a few months ago. She has a friend who's house we slept over for the night. I arrived in a brand new dress (conservative style i've never worn before, but I was really digging it) that I had worn for maybe 3 hours tops. I brought a nightbag and when I was ready to change into my jacuzzi-time bikini, I placed my dress inside my bag with everything else so that things wouldn't get lost. My friend and I threw all of our belongings in one specific corner of the masterbathroom to make sure we had everything one it was time to leave. Well, our party night passed. We woke up, left, and continued on with our lives. I drove back to Denver. So I get a text from the guy who's home we stayed at. He tells me that I left my dress at his place. The news sounded quite odd due to the fact that I never lose things... and I made sure I placed all my belongings inside my bag the night I was at his place. I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I gave him my address and asked him to send the dress by to me. It was brand new. Abq is a 7.5hr drive from Denver. After two weeks, I couldn't understand why the package was taking so long to arrive. Several weeks had passed, but the numbskull told me that he had sent it. Well it's not August anymore. It's November. I'm still waiting.
I speculate that his monkey ass had sifted through my overnight bag, while i slept, and had taken the dress as a token of "our love". I have no idea if panties were stolen but I try not to think about it. I should have known that something wasn't right with him. My friend and I ended the night in his jacuzzi. As she passed out for a long time, I noticed that his hands were underwater, he couldn't take his eyes off me, and he made some painfully uncomfortable looking expressions over a long duration. I was soo grossed out at the possibility that he was imagining me nude.. that I got out of the water in a heartbeat and woke my "almost drowning" friend up.
Jeepers creepers. I'm still mad about my muthafuckin dress.
