So, here’s what happened: My friend (she’s 21) and I (22) had just left the club, buzzing from a great night out. We were ready to head home, but there was a snag — her brother, who was supposed to pick her up, was a no-show. No problem, I thought, and told her she could crash on my couch. She was grateful, and that settled it for the night.
Fast forward to the next morning, and there I am, walking out to make coffee, completely in the buff. It’s just how I am at home, but I completely spaced on the fact that my friend was over. She was already up, lounging on the couch and scrolling through her phone. I didn’t even notice her at first.
I walked past the living room into the kitchen, still none the wiser, and started making my coffee. That’s when she followed me in, and after a brief pause, she asked, clearly a bit thrown, if I was naked. I just froze, realizing what I’d done. Embarrassed, I turned around and had to admit, yes, I was.
I quickly explained that this is just how I roll at home and that last night’s drinks had made me forget she was staying over. Luckily, she was cool about the whole nudist thing. She understood and didn’t make a big deal out of it. Talk about a relief and a testament to true friendship!
