June 19, 2007
Wearing nothing but a smile
Originally published October 10, 2004
I was a young rounder at the time, and I took a date to the beach at Tybee to watch a meteor shower. The meteor shower wasn't what the forecasters predicted, and we became bored, sitting in the sand dunes and swatting mosquitos. I decided to go swimming.
I shucked my clothes and ran nekkid into the sea. The water felt good. The night was moonless and nobody else was on the beach. My date was appalled at first, and I still remember her standing on the beach asking me what in the hell I thought I was doing. "I'm swimming," I replied. "Why don't you join me?"
A street light way back on Butler Avenue cast her in perfect silouette. "I don't have a bathing suit," she said.
I replied, "Sure you do. You can wear the same thing I'm wearing."
"You're not wearing ANYTHING!"
"Yeah. So what? That can be YOUR bathing suit, too."
I didn't believe that she would do it. I was amazed when I saw her look around for casual observers, find none, and strip off all her clothes. She stood there nekkid for a moment and asked me if the water was cold. I told her that the water was PERFECT.
She came in wearing nothing but a smile. That was better than ANY meteor shower I ever saw.
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