Granted I have been married 5 or 6 times, depending on whether I choose to count that one guy twice, but that does not make me a woman of the world. To be real honest with you here, I am just more than a little bit naive. I tend to take life as it comes at me and I am unaware of the subtleties that are sometimes quite apparent to other more wizened members of society. Such was my experience of a couple weeks ago which is now earning me lots of teasing and sly remarks that I think are entirely uncalled for in my humble opinion.
Now, how this chain of events occured is going to remain a mystery to some of you as I do not want to compromise the actual participants. It could be just a bit embarrassing to people other than myself, so just deal with this as best you can.
You all know that I am always one to lend a helping hand when it is needed. Enter an acquaintance who was having car trouble and he needed a ride up the road a ways to keep his appointment at the mineral spa. In hindsight, I can see where there should have been a warning flag pop up about then, but naive little Lou, did not even batt an eyelash on that. So off we went in my little car, headed West. Very soon we arrived at the spa. Funny, I always pictured a "spa" as a kind of fancy place as opposed to this which seemed to be a pool inside a privacy fence, but since I had never seen one, it was not my judgement call.
We entered a sort of rustic looking building and he signed in. There were chairs kind of off to one side so I assumed that was the waiting area. So I set myself down and took stock of my situation. I seemed to be the only person in this area although I could hear voices and it sounded like water splashing. I decided there definitely was a pool behind the fence. So that made sense. I picked up a brochure and started reading about the pool and how warm the water was all year long and how beneficial the minerals were. And way back in the recesses of my mind, a wee tiny memory started to tug at my subconscious. What was it? Something.
Like a lamb to slaughter, I stood and walked to the front door and gazed across the yard at the pool area. Of course the waiting area I was in was higher than the fence that screened the people in the pool from view. Of course they were protected from anyone on ground level, but I was not on ground level. Then the little memory that was tugging gave a big jerk and I glanced at the brochure in my hand. "Clothing Optional". Of course it was! How else would you explain that big naked guy that had just crossed my field of vision? The one thing I was sure was that it was a man and I certainly hoped it was not the one I had just hauled up there. But if it was, I would never know it and if it became necessary, I would fix his car myself, so this would not be a repeat trip up here.
Now, how this chain of events occured is going to remain a mystery to some of you as I do not want to compromise the actual participants. It could be just a bit embarrassing to people other than myself, so just deal with this as best you can.
You all know that I am always one to lend a helping hand when it is needed. Enter an acquaintance who was having car trouble and he needed a ride up the road a ways to keep his appointment at the mineral spa. In hindsight, I can see where there should have been a warning flag pop up about then, but naive little Lou, did not even batt an eyelash on that. So off we went in my little car, headed West. Very soon we arrived at the spa. Funny, I always pictured a "spa" as a kind of fancy place as opposed to this which seemed to be a pool inside a privacy fence, but since I had never seen one, it was not my judgement call.
We entered a sort of rustic looking building and he signed in. There were chairs kind of off to one side so I assumed that was the waiting area. So I set myself down and took stock of my situation. I seemed to be the only person in this area although I could hear voices and it sounded like water splashing. I decided there definitely was a pool behind the fence. So that made sense. I picked up a brochure and started reading about the pool and how warm the water was all year long and how beneficial the minerals were. And way back in the recesses of my mind, a wee tiny memory started to tug at my subconscious. What was it? Something.
Like a lamb to slaughter, I stood and walked to the front door and gazed across the yard at the pool area. Of course the waiting area I was in was higher than the fence that screened the people in the pool from view. Of course they were protected from anyone on ground level, but I was not on ground level. Then the little memory that was tugging gave a big jerk and I glanced at the brochure in my hand. "Clothing Optional". Of course it was! How else would you explain that big naked guy that had just crossed my field of vision? The one thing I was sure was that it was a man and I certainly hoped it was not the one I had just hauled up there. But if it was, I would never know it and if it became necessary, I would fix his car myself, so this would not be a repeat trip up here.
I did survive that trip and if I had the common sense God gave a goose, I would not have told anyone about that little experience, but I don't and I did and now it is one of the little slings and arrows I must survive. "Guess where Lou hangs out now days?" " I can not believe you did not know that was a nudist thing!" "Where are going today?"
So here it is in black and white for you all to read. Now you know and you can snicker all you want. I do have to go on record with this statement; "Been there, done that, cross that one off my bucket list even before I knew it was there." I really believe this could be beneficial to some people and I did make a mental note that on Tuesday's everyone has to wear clothes. If I go, it will be on Tuesday!
And one more thing, if I am going to parade around in my birthday suit, I do beleive I will need to iron it. Failing in that I will just gain about 10 more pounds and that should pull those extra wrinkles out of the thing! LOL
And one more thing, if I am going to parade around in my birthday suit, I do beleive I will need to iron it. Failing in that I will just gain about 10 more pounds and that should pull those extra wrinkles out of the thing! LOL
