The New Yorker

Thousands of miles away from home, Arianna was swaying to the music, barefoot at her 3rd beach party of the day with her fifth cerveza in hand. She spotted a cutie across the room and eyed him over. They danced, drank, laughed and one thing led to another as these international trysts usually do.

Turns out the cutie was also an American, a New Yorker in fact. Arianna had plans to visit in a few months so they exchanged information. Fast forward three months of hot emails, texts and web cam action and they're finally face to face at a bar in the East Village. After another few drinks, the New Yorker whisks her off to his phat apartment in Gramercy Park.

The next morning, she's in the shower when he pops his head in. She's thinking he might bring up the fact that she "forgot" to tell him about her period or maybe he's coming in for a hot morning quickie. What she didn't expect was for him to poke his head in the door and say, " Hey, when you're done with your shower, don't forget to squeegee the glass, ok."

Nice apartment, hot body, but talk about OCD. As she skipped the squeegee then skipped out of there faster then a New York minute, Arianna did have a parting thought: "Damn. You're worried about your shower - you should look at your sheets!"

Alas, when you have a body like the one below who'd blame a girl for keeping in touch.