Do you know when you’re upset about something, but you're more upset that it upsets you than anything else? Sigh. So window-guy made another appearance late last night. And he wasn’t alone. He was with some girl who was obviously plastered. She was cute, I guess. I had gotten up to go to the bathroom around 2am, and that’s when I noticed something going on over there. I snuck up to the window and caught them stumbling around. She already had her shirt off and was spilling out of her bra. His pants were hanging below his ass, and I could see he was a good size. She started to pull her jeans down, and that’s when I got this shiver down my back. Then I got a little nauseous. It was the strangest mix of feelings. I was turned on and jealous all at once. Why would I be jealous? We fantasy-fucked through a window. That doesn’t really count as a hook-up does it?
I decided to go back to bed, but before I did, I grabbed a huge beach towel and hung it up over the window. I laid there in bed awake for a while until I couldn’t any more. I ran back over and peeked. She was face down on his bed, and he was on top of her. I could feel something in my stomach turning again, so I stepped away. I went to the bathroom and took a couple of allergy pills that usually knock me out. That did the trick.