Dear You:

Dear Ladies Leaving My House In The Morning…

It’s a wood floor.  The stairs?  Yup they’re wood too.  In fact, the only way to get to the second floor, where all the bedrooms are, is to use the stairs.  So what I’m saying is — we both know you’re coming to the bedroom and we both know that the path to said bedroom is covered in wood.

So ummm…

When you’re leaving at whatever god-awful time in the morning it is — and you’re trying to “slip out” — put your heels on IN THE FOYER DOWNSTAIRS.  It’s asinine to try to walk slowly or do some kind of tippy-toe thing.  Your heels + the wood floor + whatever god-awful time in the morning it is = loud and echoing.

That’s no fun for any of us.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t believe in a “walk of shame”.  Fuck that.  We did what we did.  It was fun, felt good, and will probably happen again.  Everyone involved was single.  Nobody was hurt or misled.  You should walk out of my house with no shame at all.  But at the same time proud doesn’t have to equal “loud”, now does it??

I feel like that last sentence made me seem like an asshole…

Oh well.

Yours for the night,

Drew

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