It was tough living across the hall from one of the most amazing specimen of a man that I had ever laid eyes on. He was just so beautiful to look at. Tall, with hazel eyes, and bronzed skin. My heart fluttered whenever I chanced to see him. He was at least six foot three, with dark hair, and a robust physique. His best feature was his lips. Full rich lips that were just made for kissing long and passionately. Men and I go back a long way. I do not mean that in a slutty sense, but I just want to get out that I have never had any difficulty attracting the eye of any man that I had my heart set on. And I also get a lot of unwanted attention from guys I would just as soon did not exist. But for some reason, my hunky neighbor and I had a problem. We just could not seem to communicate. If we passed in the hallway, about the only thing we could reliably manage was a blurt of 'hello'. Sometimes there would be a change of gait, as if each of us was trying to think for something to say, but that was it. Even Nora Roberts would have trouble spinning that into a lasting romance. I tried a couple of times to strike up a conversation, but they always ended up in awkward silences after less than three sentences. At times I thought he was shy, but I was more inclined to believe that he was just not that into me.
I was single, and living with a girl friend/roommate. Since both of us were just starting out on our careers, it made good economic sense. After all, I knew a lot of other women who were doing exactly the same thing. We were reasonably compatible as apartment mates, and had even taken to warning each other on nights that we thought we might get lucky with some good looking guy we were dating. Since my roommate was a sex screamer, I usually holed up in my room with my mp3 player on full and a good romantic novel. Sometimes I would just lay back and entertain myself with my vibrator. With the lack of privacy forced upon us by our close living arrangements, we became pretty good friends and often shared our secrets and frustrations.
I was between boyfriends at the time, and a bit down in the mouth that I had gotten nowhere with Mr. Perfect across the hall from me. As most women have discovered, when you are between guys, you can get a bit sloppy with your looks. I had not shaved my legs in quite a while, and it was getting sort of embarrassing when I put on panty hose. But wearing pants all the time meant that my wardrobe was cycling more often than normal, and I was getting tired of wearing the same outfits every few days. So I touched up my roots, shaved the hair off my legs and took a nice luxurious bubble bath with some new lavender scented soap I had purchased that day.
The great thing about our apartment was that our utilities were included, and one of those utilities was hot water. Try as I might, I had never managed to run the tank cold, so I would often take nice prolonged baths. After I touched up my roots, I shaved my legs, rinsed off in the shower, and then ran a nice long bubble bath. I do not know what it is about a bubble bath, but they always make me feel like a princess. I laid back with my eyes closed for about five minutes, when I heard the sound of a single drip. A few seconds later there was another one, and then another. So much for peace and quiet. I sat up hoping to fix it. I thought I had not turned off the tap all the way, but they were tight. Then I realized that it must just be the shower draining back through the spout.
As I lay back to relax again, I heard another plop, and realized that I was not going to be able to enjoy myself as long as that drip persisted. The next drip of water just ran down my foot into the water with no sound at all. Since that worked pretty well, I kept doing it. As I sat there, I ran my toe around the end of the spout as I closed my eyes. I guess I dozed off because the next thing I knew, I was breathing in soap bubbles. Naturally I sneezed, and the reflex made my toe jam up into the spout. No amount of trying would get that toe to move. It was like it had been glued in.
For the next twenty minutes or so I kept trying to pull it out, but it was hopeless. The water was starting to get cold. I laughed at the stupidity of the entire situation. An hour later, it was not funny anymore. The water was cold and I felt like I was freezing to death. I realized that I could just touch my towel, so after hitching it over, I let the water out and covered myself with my makeshift blanket. My toe was pretty much numb by then, and my leg felt like my muscles were on fire. Every muscle in my leg was screaming in pain, but there was nothing to be done but wait for my roommate.
I was lucky because she came in early after having a tiff with her beau. So when she came in, I called her to come and help me. She pretty much did everything that I had. I guess we figured that with twice the force, it would come out. All we accomplished was almost pulling my big toe out of joint. Boy did it hurt. My roommate suggested the fire department, but I put a stop to that right away. I said that they would likely use something to cut the tap off the wall. I was concerned about the bill to the landlord. I was also concerned about what would happen to my toe if they slipped while cutting the spout off.
Since I would not let her call the fire department, or the paramedics for that matter, she did the only other thing that she could think of. She went over to Mr Body Beautiful's apartment across the hall, knocked on the door and pleaded for help. The only good part was that I was mostly covered when he walked in. Neither I nor my roommate had thought of putting a blanket over me. Of course when he tried to just pull my toe out, it did not work either. But it sure as hell hurt! I screamed and he apologized. He looked so crestfallen that he had hurt me that I immediately forgave him and said it was alright. I told him to bend over and kissed him on the cheek to show him I was serious about it. He was even cuter up close than he was walking down the hall.
After pondering a bit, he asked for some crushed ice and vegetable oil. My roommate went to get them while I wondered what he was up to. I had visions of him making some weird health drink or something equally noxious. Hey, I was getting delirious by then, what do you expect! After she came back, he made a cup with his hands around my big toe and had her pour some oil in. The oil coated my entire toe and up inside the spout. He pulled on my toe carefully, but it was still jammed in there. He told me that he was going to try chilling my toe in crushed ice hoping that the swelling would go down enough to pull it out. But after ten minutes of chilling that did not work either.
After some more contemplation, he asked my roommate for some heavy plastic sheeting. A baggy or any sort of freezer bag would be ideal he said. She came back with a freezer bag. At this point he disappeared for a couple of minutes and came back with a wrench from his apartment. He removed the shower head, and after doubling up the bag and putting it over the pipe, he put the shower head back on. He said it was to keep the water from coming out. I was wondering how I was supposed to take my next shower with a bag in there, but I did not comment. He iced my toe again for about twenty five minutes. At this point, he pulled down on my foot and told my roommate to turn the water on full blast. My toe popped out so fast that he over balanced and fell on top of me. Needless to say, the towel went flying too.
After the shock, I started to laugh. I mean, there I was fully naked with this hot guy all over me, and my roommate looking on. It was almost like some sort of threesome porn movie. Pretty soon, all of us were laughing. I was so happy to have my toe free that I really did not give a crap that I was still laying naked in the tub.
In any event, we finally broke that conversation barrier that we had been having. We talked and laughed most of the evening. Before he left, I had a date with him for the following night. The following evening found us out at a nice restaurant. It was a great night for both of us, even if I was still limping a bit.
That was six months ago and everything has been doing great since then. Who would have thought that my date with a drip would have worked out so well.
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