Nude beginnings

My fictional self, known as Catherine Trevor (InternetG33k if you’re nasty) has another repost she would like to share. We’ve had many conversations recently as to who should be in charge of this blog from now on. I’m still not sure how it will all play out, but in the meantime, here is another of her offerings –

Nude Beginnings
Posted by InternetGeek at October 12, 2005 08:50 PM

I got naked last night

No, not in that good Skinemax kind of way. I mean I slept in the buff. While that may not make the front page of the Portsmouth Herald, it was still a huge step for me.

Back in the days of couple hood, my ex introduced me to a no-fuss-no-muss way of saving on laundry. I’ve always been self-conscious about my body so up until that time, my sleepwear consisted of an oversize tee-shirt paired with the seasonal choice of boxer shorts or sweatpants. During one of our first sleepovers, as I fumbled under the covers for my jammies that had somehow ended up at the foot of the bed, my ex suggested that I just leave them be and go to sleep as is. Since he said it so nicely, and with such… persuasion, I gave in and stayed nekkid.

It took a period of adjustment, but soon I was au naturel on a regular basis. I still wore my typical attire most nights, especially in the cold winter months, but more and more I was becoming a bedtime exhibitionist. I even got to the point that I didn’t need a bathrobe when I got out of the shower – I was able to stroll casually from bathroom to bedroom with nary a blush.

That all changed back in May when I had my first night in the new apartment by myself. As I got ready for bed, I realized that in order to get to my pjs, I’d have to move a bazillion boxes out of the way. “No prob,” I said to myself. “I’ll just go without tonight.” But as I approached the bed, I clenched. For some reason, it just didn’t feel… safe, for lack of a better word. So I slept in my dirty tee-shirt and jeans, and felt like an idiot when I woke up.

Since then I simply ignored the possibility of snoring starkers, until I wrote Friday’s blog entry. I decided it was high time for me to get over this irrational fear of exposure. But given how fast the rain was coming down over the weekend, I felt it might tempt fate too much. I got a visual in my head of the fire department arriving to evacuate the building after the Salmon Falls river overflowed, and of me bumbling around in the dark unable to find my clothes as they broke down the door.

I figured since Tuesday night marked the five month anniversary of my return to the dating pool, that it would be a much safer time to celebrate in my birthday suit. So I did, and it felt great. Weird and chilly, but liberating nonetheless.