Hi, Swedish. I've been away for a few days and haven't been able to check in. There were some conflicts on scheduling so the party is taking place at 11:00 tomorrow (Saturday). I've been informed we will utilize some type of minimum coverage, but I don't know just what. Someone had an old tape with the Ray Stevens song so it will be played. The butterflies in my stomach are getting pretty restless, however.
If it is any comfort to you, I am 45 and if I were among the ladies in the room, I honestly think I would be looking at the wives' reactions or your faces...my eyes would be kept above the waistlines or I would get red-faced myself! Good Luck!
Yes, my wife promises that our (the guys') red faces will be the focus of their enjoyment, not whatever else. BTW, I do know that we won't get speedos because that would definitely "spoil the laughs". I'm told you have to have the bare butts for it to work at all. I think my face will be red mostly just because they're all wearing clothes and we're not.
Hi, everyone. Well, it did go but oh.... my....gosh, how embarrassing! I may leave something out because some details are still coming back to me since my mind wasn't on the party as a whole but on the fact that I had just walked out in a room full of women totally naked. I have never, no never been so red-faced in my life. I guess the closest thing to it was about five years ago we went to Europe and at the beach, the men of all ages commonly wear nut-huggers. My wife had gotten me some and they didn't leave much to the imagination, but at least there were dozens of guys there doing likewise. Also, everything that could go wrong did go wrong. First, our "minimum coverage" consisted of some of those short socks designed to be worn with tennis shoes and shorts. We had decided on some coverage just to be sure nobody saw more than they wanted to. The other guys just put the socks on and went for it. I could not believe mine would stay on, it just felt too loose so I tossed it at the last second and decided to use my hands (they seemed more reliable) to preserve my modesty (if there was any left). Then as we were nervously waiting, the cassette tape or the player, whichever, wouldn't work so they could start the Ray Stevens song. They must have fumbled with it for what seemed like hours while my wife came back repeatedly to tell us they should have it any second. I told her to please hurry up so we could get this over with while the two other guys cracked "politically incorrect" jokes about us three guys in a room naked together. When we finally strolled out, I was second and the b-day girl's hubby came last. We all wore party hats and had those noise makers that unroll when you blow on them in our mouths. The other two guys had cans of silly string in each hand and squirted them on everybody. I had only one can since I had something else in my other hand and wasn't about to turn loose. I have never heard so much hooping and hollering and shrieking. The room is designed with an entrance at each end and is very large so we were able to pass through. Then they started yelling "Encore, Encore" so we had to go back through the opposite way again. However, the b-day girl's hubby had stopped and was hugging her and was still there, wearing his sock and with his bare backside toward the crowd. That's when I fully realized that my butt was just as visible as his was, just not quite as big. I really think the b-day girl was the star of the show in her shock at not knowing her hubby was even in the house. I went on through and got out of sight, going into the wrong room in my confusion. Funny thing, my clothes were in the room where we started. In the process of finding the right room, my wife and I think three of the ladies appeared in that part of the house, not knowing I was still walking around there. So, not being prepared, these few ladies now know everything, if you know what I mean. We got dressed and joined the party (reluctantly for me), receiving multiple hugs, pats on the back, etc.
One thing I left out, this was supposedly "a bunch of older ladies". However, on my way back through the second time, I was surprised to see a friend of ours, a woman about thirty who lives close by us and whose kids play with our grandkids. I hadn't noticed her the first time through because she was behind me. Fortunately, she wasn't one of them that caught me uncovered in the hall. During our second (clothed) appearance, this young woman came up to me and said " Hey, Tom, that's a really cute birthday suit you have: I had never seen you in it before!". I could have crawled under the table, and looked over at my wife who was laughing her head off, since she had instructed this young woman to do that knowing it would embarrass me all over again. That was kind of heartless, don't you all think?
All in all, I must admit I was laughing along with everyone else before it was all over. My biggest fear now is the next time this young friend drops by our house, which is usually two or three times a week. I will eventually have to face her and re-live it all again.
I'm glad you were able to laugh about it in the end...try not to stress about the 30-something lady...she is probably thinking you must be a pretty decent, fun-loving guy to participate in that! You just need to come up with a clever response should the ribbing continue...like 'since the party, I've barely been home...pun intended...from all the calls I've received to do their parties'
I think you are an absolute star for doing it! Well done you, and if your wife ever needed proof how much you love her, then she won't ever have to ask you for any feats of daring... No way would she able to come up with one more daring than this!
oh and.... i guess photos are out of the question then?
I think by all the reactions that we're all pretty impressed and proud of you. And we're also all glad you finally filled us in. Way to go Tomzzz!!!! I got a great laugh out of your final post. It must have been quite the sight, the whole time, from the three naked guys to the stumbling at the end. You're a real trooper I think. How did the other guys handle this?? Like you did??
Congratulations you've just cracked a milestone in your life... haha.
Well, It seems I've developed quite a cheering squad, here. I don't really know what to say.
One thing I did forget to mention is that there was a general concensus among them that my costume was actually funnier than the other two guys. They thought it more amusing that I had to cover myself as opposed to the other guys wearing the socks. For whatever that's worth, I just threw it in. As far as the other guys, b-day girl's hubby was unfazed. After I got lost in the house, I don't even know when he went and got his clothes but I know he hung back there and clowned with them for a bit. His wife was in total shock, for sure. I was glad since it diverted some attention away from me. The third guy was kind of mediocre, I think. He could take it or leave it: He didn't hang around but wasn't rushing to get out of there, either. He is around 80, so I guess he really just doesn't care any more. I definitely had the reddest face, but there again, I was the youngest.
I learned the "thirty-something" friend is actually 28, lol. I still haven't had to face her but it's going to be embarrassing. We've known her for about ten years and she's a very attractive woman and married to a very nice looking young man. There's just something unnerving about her having been there and now can compare me to him. Ugghhh....
Since the group was allowed to assume the streakers were hired, they were told no photography, even cell phones and I think everyone complied. Except the one lady who lives under my roof. She snapped a few of me as I wandered about. When I noticed that, I grabbed something, I think it was a towel and covered my face. Why, I don't know but in a split-second decision you don't always do the most logical thing. I'm not too concerned about people seeing the "anonymous" ones since so much has been seen anyway (maybe you'll get your wish, Stav) but the ones with my face included are definitely ours (I think they may have been deleted). The people I work with do not know I did this and I would like to keep it that way.
I thought of some more lines to respond with if I get more requests:
(1) Can you give me directions to your house? I barely know the town.
(2) I don't know if I can come: I don't have a thing to wear.
Stav, I'm going to print your last post about what a great hubby I am and frame it and give it to my wife, lol. She may not know all of that about me. Thanks. She knows, actually, that I've been chatting on this site but she hasn't actually looked at it. I've told her about all the responses, though. I told her I had built up quite a following and she may need to be concerned, but she is confident she's pretty safe, lol. And she is.
Except the one lady who lives under my roof. She snapped a few of me as I wandered about. When I noticed that, I grabbed something, I think it was a towel and covered my face. Why, I don't know but in a split-second decision you don't always do the most logical thing.
When I attended university many years ago, my roommate (friend from high school) and I were the pranksters in our dorm. We usually worked as a team, but this reminded me of one I did to her:
She was in the shared shower down the hall, I went in and took her towel/clothes and in its place left a small wash cloth. When she came out, she knew there wasn't enough towel to cover all parts so she did the same thing...put it over her face and ran back to our room.
Hopefully for your friend, it was all girls who could have, or did see her.
That's reminiscent of an event that I witnessed but was not a part of just after starting Jr. Hi. At that time, Jr. Hi started with 7th grade. We had to do gym class, complete with uniforms, showers, the whole thing which was totally different from elementary school. Well, our school was arranged so the girls' locker room was down past the boys', therefore the girls had to walk past ours to get there. One day as I came around the corner into the hall leading to the gyms, a group of two or three older boys was pushing a small 7th grader out the locker room door into the hall. The bad part was that this guy was naked except for a pair of gym socks. He was struggling against them but you know how much grip socks give on a hard surface. They got him out and held the door shut for maybe thirty seconds. There were, of course several girls passing by and giggling and he was probably seen by at least fifteen of them. He was trying to cover himself (not his face) but wasn't doing very well because he was trying to push the door open with his hands.
I told my buddy about this and he, knowing how gullible I was, said that this happened all the time to smaller 7th graders as a kind of initiation thing, and that the teachers just pretended they didn't know and laughed about it. I was always among the smallest in my class, but he was a bigger guy so he didn't have to worry about it. This, of course was just a tale he knew I'd believe. But it did cause me to wonder all year long if and when I'd get pushed out in the hall naked with girls walking by.
Now tell us the rest of the story, how did your friend get you back?
Hopefully for your friend, it was all girls who could have, or did see her.
Yes, an all girl dorm, no guys roaming around at the time.
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Now tell us the rest of the story, how did your friend get you back?
Well, I had just gotten ready to go on a date, hair, makeup done and dressed to go out. She had the girl next door stop by and tell me that someone wrote something nasty about me in the bathroom stall, so we went down there. When I went into the stall I could barely see this black marker above the toilet so I went all the way in and up close it said (which I read out loud) "You're all wet!" ... or as I said "You're all wet??" At that moment, she was in the next stall and proceeded to dump a bucket of water over the top right onto my head
payback is sweet
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