On Nekkid Dancing.

At the grocery store a couple nights ago:

"Are you sure it's her?" said a woman.
"I'm pretty sure. Those are her shorts..." said a man.
"Well...what are you going to do?"
"I don't know..."
"Go talk to her! It won't hurt."

They were whispering. Loud whispering. I just wanted to look at tuna. The next thing I knew, the man's hand reached out and grabbed the tuna can I was looking at. Of all the cans on the shelf of that empty aisle, he grabbed the can right in front of me. No tact.

"Hey, cool. Are you shopping for food?" he asked.
"...Uhh yes."
"Tuna?"
"........Yes?" I put down the can of tuna and walked into the next aisle. I didn't even really want tuna that badly. He followed.
"For dinner?"
"I'm sorry...can I help you?"

I turned to him but couldn't look him in the eyes. So I looked at his t-shirt. It was green. But then before I let him answer, I walked away into the meats aisle. I don't know why I did that. I should have just walked away without saying anything. What was I even thinking??

If I had just ignored him, maybe he would have left me alone.

"I'm-sorry-I-didn't-mean-to-be-weird.It's-just-that-I'm-so-nervous-and-I-don't-know-what-to-say-or-talk-about-so-I-say-weird-things.Sorry.It's-just-that-I-told-myself-I'd-talk-to-more-women-this-year-and-my-sister-said-it-wouldn't-hurt-and-it's-just-that-I-never-do-these-kinds-of-things-but-you're-going-to-think-I'm-weird-because-I-don't-know-if-you-know-this-but-I-can-see-you-when-you-dance-around-your-room-naked-well-except-for-when-you-dance-on-your-bed-because-then-I-can't-really-see-you-anymore."

WHAT? Dear lord. All in one breath.

"And-you-dance-really-well."

STOP. Just stop. No. No more. Stop before I die.

"Oh-and-you-don't-look-like-what-I-thought-you'd-look-like." Then he awkwardly smiled.

Okay. Over the top. Done. Dead. I am dead.

I remember putting a thing of beef into my basket, paying, and floating out of the grocery store like a ghost. It all happened so quickly.

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All I really heard was "you dance around your room naked." I was stress-sweating on top of sweating I was doing because it was a hot day. It was uncomfortable.

I've always wondered if people could see me from my fourth floor apartment. The street below is pretty wide so I just assumed that if they could see me, it wouldn't be clear. At least not clear enough that they could tell what kind of shorts I wear.

This isn't going to stop me from dancing around naked. I guess I'll just have to do it with my curtains down. In the dark. Sad.