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. :eek: 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.
We do have more than one tea towel! I have a kimono, but it has the traditional (very long, non-attached) belt. A bit of a hassle just to go to the bathroom.
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.
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.
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.
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!
:eek:
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!
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).
I used to live in Wisconsin, and IIRC the law required a landlord to give 24 hours’ notice before entering a rented dwelling. In your case, I would not have let the landlord back in after just five minutes; I would have made him wait a full 24 hours just out of spite.
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.
While I don’t have any particular stance on nekkidness in one’s own home, you’re last sentence doesn’t really make sense. I mean, that’s why we have clothes. For places (oh, say, work, the grocery store, the dinner table in mixed company) where naked is not socially acceptable.
Again, not saying the hallway at 1:30am is one of those places…
