But there is one contradiction of mine that I simply cannot get over. It has long been a running joke amongst my friends that if you want to score with me, just go for a walk with me. I have absolutely no clue why, but when I'm in nature my clothing just cannot seem to stay on me. To date I have had sex in several parks, a playground, a lake, and a beach.
I do not enjoy the great outdoors. I've never been camping, nor do I wish to go (and given my track record I would probably end up arrested for indecent exposure). I detest hiking. I'm not athletic. Apart from sunbathing (and apparently sex), I do very little outdoors.
Am I simply an exhibitionist? (Probably.) Or is there some underlying cause for my clothes to come flying off my body as soon as I'm surrounded by trees and water? Who knows. One thing is for certain--it makes for interesting stories at parties.