Welp, it happened again. When my arm was raised on the train, I caught a hungry bloke staring at my peekaboo armpit hair. He covered his bashful grin with his hand, but he clearly wasn't shy... since he gave me his number before leaving the train. Guess
Who helps me planting my plants π± πͺ΄ for next season? My hung neighbor is staring π again and has a big bulge, so ridiculousβ¦ what shall I do? M (23) π