I will never understand women if I live to be 150. Take my ex; she would turn up at a naturist event, strip off the second she got in, wander around naked all day, talk to anybody, and be among the last to get dressed when it was time to leave.
But one day I took her shopping and she had a panic attack in the supermarket and had to rush out, because she was wearing a slightly shorter dress then usual, and thought everybody was looking at her.
(Still, I suppose I'm no better. I never feel comfortable wearing shorts, or going shirtless, but am quite happy being naked. Go figure!)
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