Mexican Wednesday

I consider myself lucky to have a group of friends that go out for dinner every 4 Wednesdays or so, for Mexican food. Mexican Wednesdays began as a fluke- 3 of us deciding that Wednesdays worked best for us to have dinner and catch up; coincidently the first 3 dinners were at Mexican restaurants. And just like Johnny Damon refused to shave pre-Yankees while on a winning streak, our group has not treaded into another epicurean ethnicity. Over time, the group has expanded, and any given dinner consists of 3-8 people.

At last night's dinner, an interesting debate began. The question of nudity- always a fun topic. One of my friends had gotten naked with a guy on a 3rd date, but did not have sex with him. The men at the table were outraged; the women pleased. This led to further probing over the situation- were you over the covers or under? how exactly did your clothes end up on the floor? How did you leave his apartment?

You see, getting naked is not as simple as just dressing down to your birthday suits. The act is fairly monumental in the future of the relationship. There is of course, the attraction level that occurs- or ceases to occur (I once lost all interest in this guy I dated after seeing an ass with more cellulite than mine.) There are also numerous personality traits that could surface: confidence, promiscuity, nervousness, control. In fact, whether or not the two people consummate their nudity is somewhat secondary.

Leaving dinner that night, I was glad of one thing: that I wasn't getting naked with anyone that night. Mexican food and nudity just do not go together.