I’m a compulsive singer - I tend to loop through:
Rod Stewart
Meatloaf
Frank Sinatra
Jarvis Cocker/Pulp
Aerosmith
This morning was a Rod Stewart morning - The First Cut is the Deepest. 
<shower singing story>
5 years or so ago in my first year at University i lucked out and ended up in the Halls that had ensuite showers.
I got on alright with the people i shared halls with but didn’t really socialise with them much - I was a computer junkie from a poor background and most of them were trendy well-off young socialites. So although we’d trade hello’s etc. i actually spent most of my time in one of the other halls where most of my mates were, or squirrelled away in my room mucking around with computers.
Anyway, every morning at about 1pm (hey - its morning to a student!) i used to get up, stroll into my shower and wash. Of course i used to sing my heart out at the top of my lungs too!
One morning i was just drying off after my shower and starting up the ol’ computer when i noticed that someone had slipped a note under the door to my room. It said:
Apparently my next-door neighbour had heard everything :eek:
Suitably embarrassed - largely because my neighbour was gorgeous (18, long red hair, and the most amazing legs i’ve ever seen) - i wrote a quick note back saying that i was sorry, didn’t mean to wake her up and wouldn’t do it again. Being too chicken to give it to her in person, i slipped it under her door.
Next morning i got up and showered without singing a note.
When i got out though, once again there was a note by the door:
:dubious: :eek:

So that night we went out for a drink, had a really nice night and chatted lots - turns out she was a big Sinatra fan (like me).
Towards the end of the evening, still a bit embarrased, i apologised again about the singing and told her again that i would stop. She giggled and said something about how she’d actually quite liked it - it was like an alarm clock only more fun.
Then she looked at me and said (can still remember this bit word for word!):
“Actually, just a thought but do you do requests?”
“I suppose so” I replied Laughing and blushing a bit. “What do you want me to sing?”
“Tomorrow morning in the shower will you sing Something Stupid?”
This confused me a bit “By Frank Sinatra? Sure - but isn’t that a duet?!”
She giggled, raised her eye-brows and smiled. Leaning in close she whispered quietly in my ear:
“Yes it is.”

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