I am not an exhibitionist. I may wear my heart on my sleeve, but let it be known – my sleeve is staying right where it is. I don’t tend to show that much skin. There are a few exceptions to this rule, of course, when I have been know to throw caution (and my pants) to the wind.
- Any time before the age of 3. I was young, and I didn’t know what I was doing. We’ll just leave it at that.
- A slumber party during middle school when we mooned passing cars from the balcony. I was drunk on pixie sticks and peer pressure.
- The incident last year at a friend’s house that is simply referred to as “the flashing of the Argosy cruise.”
- Whenever it’s laundry day, and the only outfits I have to wear are relics from my skinny college days. These happen more than I would like to admit.
And that’s it, really. I’m far too prudish and self-conscious to reveal too much of myself in public. I haven’t been seen in a bikini in years. It’s just not something I do. So you can imagine my shock when, at the Santa Barbara airport a few weeks ago, we saw this …
Girlfriend seems to have mistaken the Horizon Airline check-in counter for a bar in Cabo. Totally understandable, if you consider that most people in either location are screaming drunk.
On the one hand, I have no problem with someone relaxing at the airport, and getting some fresh air, because it never happens. On the other hand, sun damage being what it is, and the fact that she’s adjacent to the a parking lot and some dumpsters … WTF WAS SHE THINKING? “Screaming kids, people looking exhausted and hauling luggage, uniformed TSA agents … Yup – this looks like a great place to undress!”
Ah well – I hope she used sunscreen … and didn’t miss her flight.