Men Are Different From Women

While at a pool party at my daughter Jewell’s house a couple summers ago, I was asked to make a beer run. So, I went to her bed room to retrieve my wallet, get out of my wet bathing suit and into my dry street clothes that sat on her bed.

As I entered the room, a neighbor woman was startled by my entry as she stood naked, having just removed her wet suit, preparing also to get into her dry clothes. As she desperately tried to cover her breasts with one arm and her crotch with the other, she screamed “Get out! Get out! Get out!”

I apologized and slowly withdrew, pretending not to look, but looking nevertheless.

Now, see, if that were me getting caught naked, I’d just tuck in my belly and offer a profile.

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