Back a long time ago, we are talking way back like many plus years when I was single and ready to mingle, I had lets say a ton of fun. Some of the best times of my life were spent with my partner in crime Becca and we could get ourselves into some shitzle. We used to hang out at a local honky tonk. Every Friday and Saturday you could find us there. At first it was just us two, then we recruited a few more into our cult. We could call the bar and say, "We want to reserve a table" and they knew exactly who we were. We walk in to pay our cover charge and the girl would announce "The Party Girls" were here. I met some interesting people to say the least. Half of which I vaguely remember now what their names even where. And they probably don't remember my name because I called myself "Beth."
One night we decided to venture to Downtown Nashville. We met some people there one of which his name was Will. Will was a preppy dude. He had flippy hair. An updated Elvis do with a college oxford shirt wearing twist. Will was a nice guy. He was kind of on the rebound because his girlfriend had dumped him.
We sat down at the pool hall and Will was already fucked up worse than a dollar watch. We ordered a drink that cost a blazillion dollars and drank it. We all chatted and looked up and Will's friends had left his ass. That's right -at the bar -with us. Probably thinking he was going to get lucky. But that wasn't going to happen. I didn't go home with guys in bars.. or so I thought.
Will didn't have his cell phone. We were Downtown and we weren't going to stay long because the po po's swarmed that place on the weekends. His friends were no where to be found and he was licking the pavement. So, I said, look you can come with us and I will take you home tomorrow.
We got back to my house with my 80 pound beast of a dog Mille waiting anxiously to go outside. We sat down, chatted and I left Will on the couch with said beast. She liked to cuddle.
Becca and I changed our clothes and went to bed with the door closed. I am pretty sure we had a convo about leaving the door open or closed but decided that if he was a mass murderer, the dog would take care of that.
We woke up. The sun was shining, the dog on the bedroom floor, look over at each other and there he was slap dab in the middle of both of us. Naked as a jay bird. We both roll out from each of our sides of the bed while Naked Man is face down with the pink thing on my sheets. Becca and I look at each other puzzled. How did he get in here? How did we not feel the bed move when he climbed in? Holy, shit, what will he think or tell everyone? My dog sucks at protecting her master. Again, his pink thing is on my sheets. Ugh!
So I looked and her and said, "Well, you wake him up." She said, "I ain't waking him up you wake him up." This went back and forth for about 5 minutes. I finally lifted the sheet and slapped him on the ass and said, "Hey Naked Man you have to get up and I need to take you home."
On the ride to his house, not much was said. He explained where he lived, which I can't remember to this day, said thank you and got out of my SUV. I never saw him again until....
A few years later, this firm I worked for the copier broke. I placed a service call. A guy walks in with an updated Elvis do with a college oxford shirt twist. I immediately recognized him but didn't say anything. I called Becca and said, "You will never guess who is fixing our copier?" She said, "Who?" I said, "Naked Man!" We both laughed and he came over and said that the copier needed parts, he would have to order them and come back. I signed his service ticket. I think he recognized my name because I never saw him again. Some other guy came to put the parts on the copier. That's right run, you to twisted for color TV creeper.
To this day, we still have no clue how he got in the bed. That's the honest truth. I don't let nobody in my cookie jar unless its pure love and she didn't either. Neither of us were drunk because we couldn't afford the drinks in that place. To sum it up. My dog has been and always will be a worthless guard dog. We figured out that she probably took up too much room on the couch and her breath ran him off and he was just too wasted and climbed on in.
And that's the story of Naked Man. One of the many adventures Becca and I have had together. She still can't believe I slapped his butt with my bare hand and I still can't believe his flesh and boner was on my sheets. Where ever you are Naked Man thanks for the memory. I am sure you are a Lifetime movie maker about a drunk who crawls into bed with strange women. I washed my sheets promptly after you left, you perverted bastard.
Happy Tuesday,
Dusty
I must say - This made my day. I wasn't sure I was going to laugh today but you made that happen 15 minutes after getting out of bed. love you sissy.
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hahaha...that is just the story I needed to get my day turned around! Sounds like you have a fun friendship with Becca!
ReplyDeleteAhhh haha that is a funny one! I have a naked guy story as well, seems like the thing to do!
ReplyDeletehahahaha omg this story is HILARIOUS!
ReplyDeletehahaha. hmm BETH, seems like you have an alter ego maybe?! this is awesome.
ReplyDeleteI am dying! Hilarious! Doesn't surprise me from you though :)
ReplyDeleteooooohhhh myyyyy gooosh! hahahahah this is so funny!!
ReplyDeleteI thought Sully was going to be a horrible guard dog too, but a couple weeks ago, we were sleeping up at the house and we wouldn't let him sleep in our bed, so he slept out on the couch. Landon got up in the middle of the night to go pee and it was really dark and suddenly he heard the most terrifying growl coming from the dark living room. And he was like, "Shadow, it's me. Come here." And then he comes bounding in all happy. Made me feel a little safer that maybe he wouldn't let a naked man in my bed. Unless it was Landon. :)
Classic story!! Thank you for sharing the saga of Naked Man. Seriously, your dog needs to work on being the walmart greeter to everyone. LOL
ReplyDeleteHaha, yes I love this story! I would have burned those sheets! Your dog was probably like, yess now I have the couch all to myself. :)
ReplyDeletexo, Yi-chia
Hahaha this story is a classic!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis will be a great chapter one for your Tell-All book!
ReplyDeleteI can't lie, this sounded like the beginnings of a story of my best friend and I! But we never ended up with strange guys in ours beds! Umm...Okay maybe once! Oh to be that wild and free again! (not the strange guy part)
ReplyDeleteThis is hilarity at its finest. My girlfriends and I used to make it a habit of bringing some randoms over, but the worst they ever did was puke in my floor. Naked in my bed? I'd die. Although...this one time in college I had some girl sleeping with her dress pulled up to her boobs on my couch. I kept trying to cover her and offer her shorts, but she was like, meh.
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ReplyDeleteI love this. I took some classes after I moved back home from San Diego and on my first day of psych class I walk in and the professor (who was young) greeted me very enthusiastically. At first I thought he was just excited to teach, but he really focused on me... asked how I was doing, how things were... he talked to me in this really familiar way. It was so awkward and everyone else in class was looking at me and I had no idea what was going on. I was racking my brain trying to figure out if I had met him before and trying to remember whether or not I had hooked up with him. (I had a period of extremely sluttiness... I confess this to you because you are my friend, we adore each other and I'm hoping you don't judge me) Anyways he calls me Carla and realized that he thought I was my sister... they went to high school together! I let out a huge (and very audible) sigh and explained to him that I was Carla's little sister. It's not really the same as having a naked stranger man on my bed... but I may have been a naked stranger on someone's bed before. Just saying.
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHA. Whoa! I change my name too, and my friends names...but I don't have a go-to name...I just say whatever pops into my head first lol. I have only run into a dude once that was like "hey ____(not my name)" Oooops! I'm just glad I didn't do that to Mike when I met him! LOL. Thanks for making me giggle Dusty! XO! Pink thing....hahahahahaha!
ReplyDeletehahahahaa!!!! This is soooo awesome on so many levels!! I love that you slapped his ass! Guys are dumb. And I really should learn to change my name. Instead, I usually give my first and last name. Oh, you want my birthday and ss# too? Here you go. Maybe I need to hang out with Kayla so she can make up a name for me! LOVE YOU!!
ReplyDeleteThat was an awesome story! Thank you for sharing it!
ReplyDeleteI spent a week in Nashville once and while I was there I didn't see a full set of teeth once....unless I was looking in the mirror.
ReplyDeleteBahaha "worse than a two dollar watch". The fact that you ran into that guy is PRICELESS. Just shows that it's a small world. Especially when someone runs around naked ;)
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