Helloooo! Welcome to a Tuesdaylicious Oversharing, brought to you by Kerry from HouseTalkN. The name and blog sound familiar? That’s because Kerry’s funny is featured in the Momthology I Just Want to Pee Alone (you did buy it, didn’t you?!). She graciously agreed to participate in my Oversharing: I Ain’t Scarrred Series the second I advertised it and for that, I love her. Well, I also love her because she was nekkid at the YMCA, but I’ll let her tell you about that…
We had taken our four little darlings to the YMCA for some family basketball and a quick swim. As we were winding up our nightly shenanigans visit, my mister offered, “Why don’t I take the kids home and you stay here to relax in the women’s hot tub?” By the time he uttered “hot tub” I was already sprinting toward the “Women Only” sign.
In my rush, I forgot that I had (literally) left my mister holding the bag. The bag with all of our wet suits. The bag with MY suit. The suit with a hawt matching skirt. The skirt that I swore I would never own. I spent the next 37 seconds having a mental argument with myself. Here is a sampling of the thoughts that were flying through my head.
-It’s almost closing time…I bet everyone else is gone already.
-Just do it, stop being a chicken!
-God is smiting me for making fun of the casually naked folks that stand around the locker room talking/drying hair/applying make-up/doing jumping jacks -while naked- as if doing these things NAKED is totally normal. Would you do these things while naked in front of house guests or in any other setting?
-Look what has happened to me! I am afraid to get naked all by my d**n self in a women’s locker room hot tub.
I finally threw caution to the wind, stripped down and climbed into the hot tub. A full 6 seconds passed before I heard the dreaded squeak of the door. I quickly positioned myself so that the intruder would not be able to see my…er, situation.
As Ms. Stepford bounced into the hot tub, in full make-up, coiffed hair and her very appropriate tankini, she was unprepared for what awaited her. Her smile quickly faded as we both stared at the wall for answers. She lasted in the hot tub for 9 seconds. She didn’t even warn the young swimmer that she knocked over on her way out.
Next up- a college hard body swimmer type. She also met the sneak attack. Not having the sophistication of Ms. Stepford to look away, Ms. Hard Body actually gawked.
I could see that this was going to be a standoff. She was either too competitive to bolt or she was frozen with fear.
I contemplated an attempt at conversation. What would I say? “Just you wait, this will happen to your body, too?” I knew that “You want a piece of this?” could be misconstrued.
It was the creak of the door that put me over the edge…sent me into naked freak out land.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I panicked. I bolted.
As I was leaping over Ms. Hard Body Gawker, I assured myself that it couldn’t get any worse.
The newest addition to my hell was a woman with a headscarf. The very picture of modesty had entered the YMCA locker room precisely in time to see a naked American woman flying through the air.
It took another 13 seconds to get dressed and perform the run of shame to the lobby.
I was shocked to see that my family had just reached the lobby.
Had all of that just happened in such a short amount of time?
Was I in the Twilight Zone?
Here is the part about why I love my husband. Besides the part about family YMCA nights, and besides the part about taking the kids home. My mister took one look at me and knew that this was no time for silly questions. He spoke the sweetest, most romantic words ever.
“Kids, run for the van.”
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Kerry is addicted to houses! She loves to look at them, talk about them, think about them, visit them and talk about them some more! House TalkN is a fun lookiloo at houses, houses, houses. It answers pressing questions like, “When folks build a McMansion on a small lot, what are they compensating for?” or “Was the real estate agent drunk when they staged this house?” or “Why don’t the Smiths’ ever leave their drapes open when [Kerry is] on a harmless walk-by?”
Hahaha! Overshare Tuesdays rock!
This could be retitled: How to Get the YMCA Hot Tub All To Yourself
Yes! It’s really not so much over-sharing as, you know, super-helpful. 🙂
Hey, I think you are onto something! I like how you think!
The Sadder But Wiser Girl says
ROFLMAO! I love this! I just started reading her blog, but haven’t had the pleasure of stories like this! I LOVE IT!
Hey, SBWG! Thank you so much! I have a long list of embarrassing moments!
Thank you so much for sharing my nekkid horrors! I love this series!
The pleasure is all mine, lady!! Thank you again for participating 😉
Omg perfection!!! I love it!
Thanks, Anita! Perfectly horrifying!
Dani Ryan says
If I wasn’t in love with you before, I certainly am now.
P.S. I was once in a YMCA hot tub with my sister, and there was a woman sitting in between us sans bathing suit, and she had the biggest knockers I’ve EVER seen. Even bigger than my sister’s 44DDs. It was all we could do to keep from laughing because they kept floating to the surface and blocking the woman’s head. HA!
You said knockers 🙂
Yes, I’m a woman trapped in a 13-year-old boy’s body.
KNOCKERS! I love it! Should I be worried that my 36WTF’s don’t float?
Janine Huldie says
Loving this series Stephanie and seriously keep them coming!! 🙂
Thanks so much, Janine!!
Karen @BakingInATornado says
Hysterical. I would have pretended that I was fine and they were all nuts. Think they’d have believed you if you told them it was naked day in the hot tub, no clothes allowed?
Great idea, Karen! “What are those? BATHING SUITS? Crazies…” 🙂
Where were you when I needed this? I should have been all “Duh, no one wears suits in the hot tub!”
Moms Rants and Comfy Pants says
This was all sorts of awesome!! I would have LOVED for you to say “wanna piece of me?” Bahahahahaha.
And your husband sounds like a true gem!!
My long suffering husband is used to my social mishaps! Thank you!
This is the best. I would have DIED! Naked or unsuspecting hot tub guest. Hilarious.
At my gym it’s just as common for women to go nude in the women’s hot tubs as it is for them to go in wearing a swimsuit. Even more-so in the women’s sauna. The only reason anyone ever takes a towel into the sauna is to sit on.
I visited Germany a few years ago, and there you would be looked at oddly if you did wear a swimsuit into the women’s hot tubes or saunas. All of the females walk around/sit-around in the buff in the women’s locker rooms/saunas and hot tubes, regardless of age. Little girls, teens, young adults, middle-age adults and old women lounge around nude like it’s second nature. It’s kind of nice, actually.