April, this year, I slept with a guy and when I woke up I was totally confused for a couple of minutes. I just remember waking up staring at a window and not at all recognizing where I was. I kind of laid still and slowly pieced the situation together - it was clearly the morning, I was still really tired, the bed sheets didn't feel like mine, I was nude (I usually sleep nude, so not much info there, but I was nude and in a place I didn't recognize, so that got me to wake up a little), and I was alone. Finally my mind started working and I remembered, ah yes, Warren. I think it was that he wasn't in the bed that had me so confused, but I wrapped myself in the bedsheet and found him in the kitchen making some pancakes.

So...when was the last time you ate breakfast in the nude?