Anonymous wrote:It happened about five years ago when DH and I were recent empty nesters with our youngest being a freshman in college.

Early one Saturday morning after some (very loud) sex, I went down to the kitchen in the nude to get some ice water. On my way back up I heard the bathroom door down the hallway open. Not only did that startle and confuse me because there wasn’t supposed to be anybody else in the house, but out came DS19 still in a sleepy fog…and also completely nude. I screamed, he let out an expletive or two, and we both disappeared into our rooms until getting up the nerve to face each other at breakfast.

It turns out he had decided to come home that weekend and pay us a surprise visit. After arriving in the middle of the night, he went to bed and then woke up to go to the bathroom assuming the coast was clear since nobody would be awake that early. Just. Really. Bad. Timing. But we can both at least laugh about it now. DH thought it was hilarious from the beginning.

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Anonymous wrote:Sleepwalking out of my room late at night when I was about 18 and apparently having a brief conversation about Doritos with my parents in the living room before being gently guided back to bed by my mother. She told me what happened in the morning, just kind of chuckling and shrugging it off, and we both politely avoided ever acknowledging the elephant in the room - that not only did I prefer to sleep in the nude, but also to be completely hairless “down under”…

On purpose or is it, like, a genetic defect?

Anonymous wrote:Sleepwalking out of my room late at night when I was about 18 and apparently having a brief conversation about Doritos with my parents in the living room before being gently guided back to bed by my mother. She told me what happened in the morning, just kind of chuckling and shrugging it off, and we both politely avoided ever acknowledging the elephant in the room - that not only did I prefer to sleep in the nude, but also to be completely hairless “down under”…

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Anonymous wrote:When I was still single I used to walk around my apartment naked in the early morning from the time I woke up until I took my shower and got ready for work, usually about 15-20 minutes on weekday mornings, longer or even all day on weekends if I didn’t have to go anyplace. One morning I was in my kitchen still half asleep, making coffee and emptying the dishwasher totally nude as usual. What wasn’t usual was when I realized after about five minutes that I had never closed the kitchen blinds the night before. To make matters worse, it was about 5:45 am in the winter, so still completely dark outside, which meant I couldn’t see anything out there, but anything out there could certainly have seen me under the fluorescent overhead kitchen light. I closed the blinds and figured what are the odds and shrugged it off. About an hour later, I leave to walk to the metro, and a couple I knew who lived straight across the parking lot in the other apartment also happened to be leaving. They just said good morning and both gave me this sly grin, which told me all I needed to know.

I walk my dog in the morning and can't believe how many people are naked in front of their windows.

Anonymous wrote:When I was still single I used to walk around my apartment naked in the early morning from the time I woke up until I took my shower and got ready for work, usually about 15-20 minutes on weekday mornings, longer or even all day on weekends if I didn’t have to go anyplace. One morning I was in my kitchen still half asleep, making coffee and emptying the dishwasher totally nude as usual. What wasn’t usual was when I realized after about five minutes that I had never closed the kitchen blinds the night before. To make matters worse, it was about 5:45 am in the winter, so still completely dark outside, which meant I couldn’t see anything out there, but anything out there could certainly have seen me under the fluorescent overhead kitchen light. I closed the blinds and figured what are the odds and shrugged it off. About an hour later, I leave to walk to the metro, and a couple I knew who lived straight across the parking lot in the other apartment also happened to be leaving. They just said good morning and both gave me this sly grin, which told me all I needed to know.

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Anonymous wrote:I was 17 or 18 and I got knocked down by a big wave at the beach. When I finally managed to stand back up, my left boob was totally hanging out. Only I didn't notice it at first. I was busy wiping saltwater from my eyes and coughing up water I had swallowed. My mom came running down the beach screaming "your chichi ! your chichi!" Her actions definitely drew more attention to my exposed boob than the boob did on its own.

"chichi?"
I know a lot of terms for the funbags, but have never heard of "chichi".

Anonymous wrote:I was 17 or 18 and I got knocked down by a big wave at the beach. When I finally managed to stand back up, my left boob was totally hanging out. Only I didn't notice it at first. I was busy wiping saltwater from my eyes and coughing up water I had swallowed. My mom came running down the beach screaming "your chichi ! your chichi!" Her actions definitely drew more attention to my exposed boob than the boob did on its own.

Anonymous wrote:What is your most embarrassing and/or funny moment accidentally being seen naked by someone you know or seeing someone else naked?

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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!