The Neighbor is afflicted: he has cold feet.
But not in only the figurative way.
He’s also got chilly toes and icy ankles. He once read somewhere that cold feet could contribute to anorgasmia, and though I’m dubious, he’s taken it to mean socks are a requirement and wraps his feet up whenever possible.
He also hates wearing clothes. Which means when he gets home from work — and the coast is clear — he leaves a trail of clothes behind him. Shoes toppled in the foyer, shirt clinging to the couch, jeans pooled by the kitchen, underpants a foot away. But his socks remain!
The result is awkward, yet adorable. He’s just being real.
Have I mentioned his socks are usually black?
Sometimes I think he should also fuck me while wearing some clunky black glasses with white tape on the bridge.
[Ed. note: This is the first installment of TN Tuesdays, a semi-weekly meme which will share more of The Neighbor with my Internet Boyfriend (aka, readers). All photos will have his approval before I post them. He is eager to see what you guys think and has requested that I share any comments.]