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Caught naked!
OK, here's (yet another) opportunity to point and laugh at Johnny.
Oh-four-thirty-five yesterday morning, and it was time to get ready for work. Now, I could put some clothes on, make my way to the bathroom, take my clothes off, shower, put my clothes on, make my way to the bedroom, take my clothes off, and then put new clothes on for work. Or I could just go to the bathroom all in the nuddy and put clothes on after I shower. Obviously I would choose the easier path. But I want coffee ready for my commute. I'll just make a pot of coffee before I shower. I put the coffee on, and then heard a door open. I quickly grabbed a tea towel and covered my modesty. Roomie looks at me and says, 'Are you all right?' I said yes, and she went into the bathroom. I went to my bedroom to put on shorts and a T-shirt.She called as I was on my way home yesterday afternoon, and I apologised for shocking her. It turns out she had no recollection of the event! She said, 'Was I wearing pants?' If I'm asleep she doesn't bother when she makes a bathroom trip. Since she put them on, she must have known I was up. But she was still 'sleepwalking', since she usually waits until I'm done in the bathroom before she puts on her pants and comes out. So she didn't see a thing. What about 'Are you all right?' She probably dreamt that she was at work, talking to a patient. I was embarrassed for nothing. But I'm still going to be a little more careful when I get up in the morning. Or at least make the coffee before bed, and set the timer. |
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Time to get a bathrobe. There are plenty of functional ones for under $30. Or this awful thing is only $10.
Did you put the tea towel back on the rack for your roommie to dry her hands with, wipe fruit, dry dishes... |
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I'd be the tiniest bit offended that she hadn't even noticed.
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I did cover in time.
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I see what you did there.
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Heh. I had a similar experience once. I was living with a roommate and I worked a 5 day week with Tuesday and Wednesday as my days off and she worked a 5 day week with Saturday and Sunday as her days off. This, of course, meant that Tuesday and Wednesday were my days to be naked around the house. So it was a random Tuesday morning around 10 a.m. and I am settling into my normal routine, which was an old black and white movie on the T.V., a plate of waffles, and my naked ass planted on the couch (on a towel on the couch, but still) when all of the sudden I hear keys in the lock. Since we were both girls I didn't panic immediately until I saw her fiance step through the door. I ran faster than any naked woman holding a plate of waffles has ever run before and dashed behind the kitchen counter but it was too late.
He learned to knock before coming in and I learned to have a bathrobe handy. It was an educational experience for both of us, apparently. |
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OOPS!!!
I don't know which is worse, getting caught butt nekkid, or not being noticed when you do get caught. Maybe you'll have to try it again and see if you get a different reaction.
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I was out late on a Friday night once. I didn't get up until kind of late the next morning. I put on a shirt but didn't bother with pants. I sleepily went into my living room, laid down on the couch, and flipped on the TV. A few minutes later I heard a clatter on my landing, then a knock, then almost instantly a key in the lock. I barely had time to stand up when my living room was filled with the super and four other people, one of them a kid.
The super apologized and said they'd be back in 5 minutes. Apparently a super can let himself in if he's showing the place to a potential buyer. He just has to give the tenant fair warning. I guess he thought that a half-second knock was fair warning. I wasn't embarassed. I was PISSED. |
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My husband's (boyfriend at the time) dorm room, years ago. His roommate leaves for a final exam (math), and knowing the school policy that you can't leave the exam room during the first hour, we figure we have at least that long before he returns. We start getting busy, and are fully naked and having quite a bit of fun when roommate runs back into the room ... having forgotten his calculator!
He was good about it - laughs, apologizes, and leaves quickly. My husband and him had a pretty good arrangement about letting each of them have time alone with their girlfriends, and he knew that he should have expected that we'd be ...using that time...and knocked first! He was just very stressed about his exam! Roommate usually had the dorm room on the weekends, since hubby and I usually spent them at my place. So in the end, embarrassing, but not too bad in the long run! |
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Oh, please. I don't put on extra clothes for ablutions or trips to the potty, and I doubt my roomie does, either (though I haven't looked to know for sure). Our work schedules are nicely offset, I work days and she works evenings. She usually comes home right as I'm going to bed, so we both take our morning showers assured of total privacy. Sometimes I wander out to pee in the middle of the night wearing boxers or skivvies and nothing else (I don't like to sleep totally naked but I'll get down to undies when it's hot). Hasn't been a problem yet.
I do have a robe and don't care to use it. Christ, people. We're all naked under our clothes. One time I walked into a college roommate and his gf having sex on the living room couch at night. It was dark so I didn't see anything. I'm not really sure why, I mean they had a private bedroom they could have been using. But whatevs, I just apologized briefly, opened the window, and went back to sleep. I just wanted to open the window because it was getting hot in the place (wonder why, hah). Last edited by Rachellelogram; 06-16-2011 at 01:01 PM. |
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I think you and your roommate just need to "sleep together" already and get it over with!
Failing that, I concur with the bathrobe suggestion. They come in handy. |
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I should have done that, but I really didn't have time to look up the law.
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Who keeps the records for naked running women holding waffles?
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I live with an opposite-gender roommate. I used to be super freaked out about sleeping naked with my door open (door has to stay open for air flow and for the dog). Well mostly I was super freaked out about getting up and getting clothes on/throwing on my bathrobe from being naked in my bed.
But I realized that he doesn't really want to see me naked. He doesn't come to my bedroom door EVER. When he goes to the bathroom (which is next to my bedroom door) he's not peeking in or anything. So now I'm all brave and I will scoot between my bedroom and bathroom while naked, and of course will hop across the room getting dressed in the morning. But that's it. No way would I ever hang out in the kitchen butt naked!! I keep a rule that unless told otherwise, I have to live as if my roommate is either home or about to walk in the door. It's a good rule to live by and I think it's saved me from embarrassment a few times. |
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Just throw on a pair of undies. That's what my partner does when we have to worry about my daughter possibly seeing him naked.
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Again, not saying the hallway at 1:30am is one of those places... |
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Amen to that. Dude. I mean, I don't know anyone from Eve here anymore, but I know when I see a Johnny L.A. post, it will prominently feature The Roomie.
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Sigh. That didn't sound so confrontational in my head. It was meant in a good-natured ribbing way, not maliciously.
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The carpet, actually.
![]() I think my thought process was, "Oh crap that's not my roommate oh crap RUN RUN oh crap don't drop the syrupy waffles on the carpet oh crap oh crap oh crap" It wasn't like I took the waffles with me because I thought he might eat them and I would have no way to stop him, what with being naked and hiding in the kitchen and all, just that I didn't want the plate to go flying and get syrup everywhere. |
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A couple years back one morning I took the paper onto my back patio wearing nothing but torn, white briefs. Of course I locked myself out. The neighbor who I am friendly with was not home, natch. The only other neighbor I knew was the leering old gay guy next door. So I had to knock on his door in my drawers to use their phone to call the locksmith. Not funny at the time, but it's pretty hilarious now.
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I came home from work one day after shoveling my car out at work and then shoveling my parking spot out at home. I was soaked, freezing, numb, and miserable. I walked in my front door, shouted out a greeting to my fiance and started undressing. My fiance shouted a greeting back to me but said nothing else so imagine my surprise when I walked from the front door (completely naked) to the bathroom for a hot shower and saw that the person sitting on the couch was NOT my boyfriend like I had thought. It was actually a friend of his from work. The friend was a girl but it didn't make me any less uncomfortable. It's not like it's strange to take off the soaked clothes right at the front door, especially since the washing machine was also right at the front door. It would have been nice if my boyfriend had included a warning about a guest when he shouted out his greeting.
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I managed several years of roommates without getting busted, so of course it wasn't until I owned my own house with my husband that I was caught in the buff!
We have a split level house, and I was in the downstairs shower (our bedroom was on the garden level and our office was on the top level). My husband had invited our friend over while I was showering. I had a question about something or other before I bothered getting dressed, and as I was walking up to the main level and out of the corner of my eyes saw hairy legs walking up to the top level and naturally thought it was hubby. "Hey babe!" I called out, then bothered looking up at the owner of said hairy legs, only to discover that they belonged to friend rather than husband. I casually said, "oh, you're not A." I pressed myself up against the stairwell and tried to melt into the wall, but it was far too late at that point, so I just smiled like an idiot and starting feeling very warm (I don't ever blush, so wasn't sure what was going on until I saw myself in the mirror after my retreat to my bedroom). Friend went upstairs to the office where hubby was and let him know what happened. Peals of laughter ensued and husband rushed downstairs to make sure I wasn't overly embarrassed. ![]() To this day, our friend is still very proud that he was the only one that was able to break my modesty streak. |
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The cool move would have been to quickly improvise a waffle-kini and casually sashay out of the room.
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What exactly is the problem here?
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Shh! This probably isn't a good thread to mention "the tiniest bit."
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I'm disappointed this didn't lead to any kind of weird porno story! I want my money back!
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Now, if she'd been holding a plate of crullers, we're talking about a whole different scenario here. |
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I was watching the cheezy "Village of the Giants" (1965) last night, a bunch of 'teenagers' swallowed a potion and grew into, well, giants. Grew right out of their clothes, leaving them starkers. Luckily, they were in an old theater and tore down the ropes and curtains, fashioning scanty, sexy, professional looking belly-dancing costumes. With their important bits somewhat covered, they were then free to terrorize the town and shake their considerable booties in a slow-motion freestyle 60's dance (and one of them was Toni Basil).
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