I have a story that's quite like MrWooHoo's, albeit without the happy endings, I'm afraid.
I was going out with this slim, brunette, rock chick the summer before college. We broke up on good terms - basically, neither of us wanted to do the long distance thing.
The following summer, I was back around home and we bumped into one another. "Call round any time" she said. So, one Saturday morning, I did just that.
I knew she had a new boyfriend so I wasn't entirely surprised when he answered the door and invited me in to their apartment. It was one of those small, "studio" ones. The bed, kitchen and living room were all one (not very large) space.
"She's in the shower" the boyfriend told me, and we proceeded to make small talk for the next 10 minutes.
Eventually, she emerged from the bathroom, wearing two towels in that cliched womanly way - one around her body, the other around her hair.
She came over, greeted me with a peck on the cheek and walked on to the bed. Where she promptly dropped the "body" towel and then went looking for some clean underwear in a drawer! I didn't know where to look!
"What are you doing?" her increduluous boyfriend asked?
"Don't worry about it," she said. "He's seen me naked loads of times!"
Nothing much to report after that. She got dressed and we all went out for a coffee. Still it's a cool memory - especially for the look on her boyfriend's face when she dropped the towel. :-)
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