I never thought I'd see him again...

So yesterday while Brad and I were asleep, there's a knock at my door. It was only then that I remembered that a plumber was scheduled to arrive to fix some sort of pipe in the wall of my shower. My bedroom door was shut and I knew the plumber had a key to get in, so I just thought I'd be cooperative and let him use the key & go about his business. This happened once before when he was trying to figure out what was causing the water in my downstairs neighbor's apartment...he just knocked, let himself in and did what he had to do. Nope - yesterday it was a new guy and he proceeded to knock on the closed bedroom door too! And opened it! He shut it pretty fast when he saw two guys sleeping in the same bed. Later, while he was removing tile, sawing and pounding and clinking around, Brad and I both woke up and made out for a little while...a couple times I could tell that Mr. Plumber had exited the bathroom to get stuff out in the hallway. Even later, I noticed that he hadn't shut my bedroom door the first time! Wonderful. A stranger getting glimpses of me in just Adidas shorts making out with someone. I wrote it off as, "Oh well, I'll never see him again..." Except, he was back to finish up the tiling this morning and I had to knock on the bathroom door and ask if I could get in there to use it quick. He just left the apartment all together instead of waiting in the hall! Maybe he was surprised that I was there alone...Anyway, one more kind of embarassing story to add to the list. Only me, folks -- only me.