In my bedroom with the door slightly ajar, was disconcerted when Kristen Wiig of Saturday Night Live fame was walking back and forth by the bedroom door, and then walked in, as I had no clothes on.
[It surprises me to learn that Kristen Wiig is apparently a woman of my dreams, as previously I had thought her primary distinction that she was perhaps the only person you could taunt by saying "Two i's; two i's."]
She climbed on top of naked me, and we started a passionate openmouthed kiss. Then I heard a faint buzzing, and I realized that a bee was flying around in our open mouths. She realized it too, shortly thereafter, and we stopped kissing and let the bee fly out. Without saying anything to each other we both seemed to realize that was the end of anything sexual between us. I apologized for the state of the apartment and started picking up clothes. She was impressed, though, by my ability to toss clothes in the hamper without missing.
