Anonymous wrote:I was staying with my mother for a little while after my father died and before I got married. Two facts that matter here: I sleep naked, and I’m a guy. One night I woke up thirsty and went to the kitchen for a drink, stark naked since it was 2am and the house was dark. As I’m standing at the counter pouring some lemonade in the dark with my back to the doorway, the light flips on, followed by a gasp, followed by the light flipping off as fast as it went on. I think the first thing that came to my mind was just, “Ah, sh*t. What is she doing up at this hour?” I said pardon me, please just look away until I’m back in my room, and she said ok.
At breakfast the following morning, I apologized, and the conversation went something like this:
Mom: Is it too hot for you in that room?
Me: No, it’s quite comfortable, thanks.
Mom: But you were out here with nothing on.
Me: Right. I will always put something on when leaving the bedroom from now on.
Mom [making confused face]: So you just don’t wear any clothes to bed, ever?
Me: Right.
Mom: Okayyy…well that’s…a little unusual. How long has that been going on?
Me (27 years old at the time): Since I was 12.
Mom: Mkay. [long pause] I see!… So…anyway, what are your plans for today? How’s the cereal holding up? Is there anything I need to add to the grocery list?
It actually wasn’t even all that embarrassing because all she saw was my backside for like one second. I was just surprised she had no idea I wasn’t wearing pajamas for all those years I lived under my parents’ roof.
What if there is a fire and you need to flee the house? Neighbors will see you naked and your house burning down. Twice the embarrassment!