A Story of Decent Exposure

Bare with me

It was springtime.

I was twenty-four and had just woken up from a late afternoon nap to see my girlfriend standing in front of the mirror, naked, holding up a shirt in front of herself, trying to decide if it was the right one to wear.

She held up and rejected several options, expressing her fashion dilemma as an exasperated sigh. Playfully pulling a sing…