I Had No Idea I Teetered On The Edge Of Fashion

When I was a student, I lived in a small flat with three other people, one of whom in the tradition of such places, we rarely saw as he seemed to spend all the time in his room.

As I was the nearest I would often, in the middle of the night, dash across to the bathroom without bothering to put anything on. You see, I’d left my dressing gown at home so I couldn’t put that on before venturing outside my room.

Once I got caught. In my defence, I wasn’t expecting one of the other guys in the flat to be up at 5am on a Sunday morning, but he was going off gliding. So he saw me, naked as the day I was born but slightly hairier,  dashing across to my room and fiddling with the door.

And to my horror, he told everybody about it and I never lived it down during the entirety of my student days.

But I can’t help wondering how he would have reacted had he bumped into me the night before. You see I wasn’t naked that day, I was clad in one of my then girlfriend’s nightdresses.

Now that would have been interesting.