I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t talk. And the naked woman watched me like a cat. Minutes past like this or perhaps they were only seconds.

“You don’t say much, do you?” She asked.

“Ahhh. What do you want?”

“What any girl wants; a man; you are a man?”

“Last time I checked. Can I call your doctor?”


“Yes; naked women don’t just walk into a man’s apartment without a shrink.”

“Oh, I see, you think I’m crazy because I’m naked. I’m always naked.”

“Right. So, can I bring you a towel or can I call somebody?”

“You still haven’t figured it out, have you?”


“I was the one who made you breakfast.”

The thought that this woman had access to my apartment and let herself in on several occasions made me grateful that I was still alive and my manhood was still attached. Best not to make her change her mind about me, I thought. If she’s in love, I’m a goner. If it’s only a crush, I may be able to convince her she would be better off with the guy next door. He works out.

“Listen, maybe you’d like to put on some clothes and we could go for a romantic walk?”

“I’d like that, but I don’t have any.”

“You don’t have any clothes?”

“Well, clothes are an inconvenience.”

“Okay. Well, maybe you’d like to borrow a pair of mine?”

“Oh yes; I’d like that,” She said. And then I realized I had violated the DON’T DOs in the stalker handbook. I was giving her my clothes to wear and her attraction for me was growing, as she lingered on my scent. 

“I have some basketball shorts I wore in elementary school that might fit you.”

I threw her a tank top and she put it on. She might’ve been a playboy centerfold—every guy’s dream until it becomes a nightmare. I walked out of my apartment wondering where the nearest police station was. I had to be at work and if any cars saw us walking together, they might think that I had switched professions; though, she was too beautiful to be a woman of the streets. It was how she walked. She moved like a cat; there was style in her body, grace in her gestures, and her faced turned to stare at me, those eyes sank my heart. I was drowning.

To be continued…

One thought on “The Woman Who Made Me Breakfast

  1. lol made me laugh … many mans dream, a naked woman in their bedroom!

    Lap it up … nice to meet you 🙂

    PS I am fully dressed but then it’s winter here and I’m a beggar for warmth 🙂

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