Tattoo Guy finally spilled what he said I needed to "confess" about. I'm not sure, but I think that you might have been able to hear my sigh of relief all the way in Bangladesh when he finally told me what it was.
Apparently he had just gotten out of the shower on Sunday night and was toweling off when he looked out his window and thought he saw "someone that looked like me" standing near a tree or something. So my confession was not something where I was caught at the Saddle Ranch (THANK GOD), but rather his crazy pipe-dream that I would be a peeping tom outside of his window.
Should I be frightened by this?
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