France, afternoon
I have almost never met anyone living in the same building where I live till today. I met two people, two men, first one and then the other let's say 10 minutes later. I met them on the stairs. I couldn't say anything about them, not even if they were handsome or not, nothing. And this is because I couldn't look at them since they were both on the common stairs in their underwear. One went downstairs to get his mail, the other was doing something somewhere near the entrance of the building. Both in underwear around 3 pm. I didn't look at them to avoid staring at their underwear.
It was embarrassing. For me. They both looked completely comfortable.
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