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A friend invited me to attend a nudist house party. I did not know the hosts so I was nervous about going. I arrived fashionably late and my friend arrived far, far later. After removing my clothing in the master bedroom, I made my way to the kitchen where most of the guests had congregated. As I introduced myself to folks, I noticed a very handsome, muscular, bald man on the far side of the room who was dressed and saying his goodbye’s to the hosts. Our eyes connected but by the time I made my way to the hosts, he had hurried on his way.
Fast forward 9 months later at another nudist house party by the same hosts. I arrived on time hoping I’d see and get to speak with the bald man. As luck would have it, he was seated in the hot tub with several other guests. Our eyes met again and he returned a wonderfully, warm smile, and silent hello. Eaves dropping on the conversation, I discovered that he and the other hot tubbers wanted to have a competition to see how many folks could sit in the jacuzzi and measure how much water would be displaced afterward. (Slightly inebriated nerds? Yes!) I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to chat with him again and realized I could miss out if a ton of folks jumped in. Thinking quickly, boldly, and quite brazenly, I sat down not next to him but right down on his lap. To this day I still can’t believe that I did that – and to a complete stranger, too! Needless to say I got his attention. I have no idea if the water displacement challenge even happened because we started chatting, getting to know one another, and noting and laughing at all that we had in common. I was not even aware of anyone else. It was as if everyone disappeared. Eventually we became inseparable. That’s how I met my red-haired boyfriend! (The “carpet” held that secret.)