So, I was up late last night, in my apartment, thinking about things. Just had a 2nd date with a new guy earlier yesterday, who's about 8inches taller than me, which I like. And I remembered that most of my higher heeled pumps, sandals, boots, etc were in my storage unit downstairs. So I went down, unlocked my storage door, went inside, and closed the door.
Seeing as it was around 3am, I wasn't expecting much, but there was a loud noise which startled me. I fell backwards, tripping on a heavy crate, falling behind it. I wound up with my butt on the floor, my legs in the air and my back and head pressed against the walls of the corner.
I tried asking for help if anyone was nearby. I tried texting and calling my girl friend, but she was an hour away. I even tried getting out myself for probably 30 minutes. No luck at all. In fact, I think I got more stuck.
Then my friend texted me, saying that I should try my new boyfriend. We weren't going by those titles yet, but I didn't want to be stuck for possibly four more hours.
I texted, waking him up. He learned where I lived, and eventually arrived some 20 minutes later.
When he walked into the storage room, he asked where I was. I thought, 'very funny, you can't see the girl with her legs in the air?' Then I realized, 'What is he going to see?' I remembered that I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, so I reluctantly called out to him.
When he finally saw me, he initially made fun of my predicament. But as he approached, he pulled his hand back with an embarrassed look on his face. His look made me feel like a young girl again, like, 'what do you see, that I don't know?'
And then I felt it. A footlong tear in my jeans, along the crotch. I tried to laugh it off, saying that it was no big deal, but I could tell from how he reacted, it might've been to him. He eventually helped me out, and he said that he looked forward to seeing me again this Tuesday.
My girl friend laughed at me about it, when we talked earlier today.
