One of the cool things about Boulder is that nobody closes their blinds. Houses don't have burglar bars, people sit on their front porches, and it's normal to go for a walk after sunset and see every other house with the lights on and a perfect view of what's going on in nearly every front room of the house. Normally the husband is on his laptop in the study or at the dining room table, and the wife is in the kitchen preparing dinner. Sometimes people are watching tv or just sitting in a comfy chair reading a book. There's one house that's almost all glass. The bedroom is on the top floor, and you can walk by almost any evening and see the owner laying in bed reading. You can see the entire bed, the walls, the closet, everything. He's literally in a glass box. It's the freakiest thing.
Last night I looked out the window at the apartments across the street, many units of which are frequently lit up with no curtains or blinds. I hit the jackpot. A very fortunate looking pair of young college students were humping like rabbits for all the world to see. I'll spare you the details, but trust me, there were a lot of details. It was the first time I'd ever seen live porn that I wasn't involved in. I couldn't stop smiling, and I sat there and watched the whole thing, beginning to end, from the comfort of my third floor loft.
I love Boulder.
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