Some people conduct business in an office. Some people conduct business with a staff. And apparently some people also conduct business without clothes. Yes this is what happened to me this past weekend.

I have this person, let's call him 'Breezy' who is a general laborer. He has done various projects for me over the years such as painting, plumbing, lock installations, etc. In the past I have come home early and have seen his clothing folded in the floor of my kitchen. One evening in particular I came home from the dojo early and saw a streak run to my bathroom. As I walked back towards my bathroom I noticed his clothes folded in the kitchen floor. It did not cause me any concern as he spoke to me from behind the bathroom door. I just figured 'Breezy' was a little eccentric, not a big deal. Besides he comes at a really good price.

Well Breezy re plumbed my entire house. I just put up front the cost of the products and arranged to pay him labor later. This past weekend was later. I went to his shop to pay him. His shop is in a huge shed where he does all types of wood work and refinishing cars. I knocked on the shop door and waited for about a minute for him to answer the door. I walked inside and saw 2 cars being completed. On the other side was a woodworking table and saw and various other tools and machines. In the back on the corner was a painting area that had a dust free wrap around. I opened my red wallet to pay but discovered I had no more checks. I told him I had to go to the bank and I would be back with cash.

I went to the ATM, got the money and proceeded back to his shop. When I arrived the door was open and he was standing behind the wood working table working on a very beautiful jewelry cabinet. Breezy is a tall, thin, 44 year old. blond hair, blue eyed man. His hair is kept long and pulled back in a pony tail. He wears a 5 o'clock shadow all the time and he smokes Camel cigarettes. He has no signs of balding whatsoever. It was very hot in the shop as he doesn't turn on any AC and the large shop fan was not on. So there he stood, shirtless behind the table saw. I, always being the joker, said " what are you naked standing behind there". Well he laughs and steps out saying 'Well actually I have on underwear.' As he steps out breezy is sporting a black, shiny, silky pair of bikini underwear. I am talking yes...full out there, standing loud and proud in bikini underwear with his Lingham right there for the viewing. I didn't quite know what to do so...when in doubt...Laugh. And that is what I did. I stood there, laughing my butt off. I said 'well this is a new way to conduct business.'

He said 'well, it's hot as hell in here' and then he turned to get the receipt book. And there in front of my eyes was a bare ass walking to the back side of the shop. Not only did he have on black, shiny, silky bikini underwear on but these were thongs. Yes you heard me thongs. I exclaimed in complete shock 'Breezy, your wearing a thong that looks just like my Victoria Secret thongs! I'm not looking! I'm not looking!' I then started looking all over the shop. Anywhere that would try to distract my eyes from the thong wearing Breezy.

He then proceeded to explain to me about how thongs are more comfortable and how he got started wearing the thongs. he then patted on a chair next to the desk for me to come and sign the receipt book. I sat down, very uncomfortably in the chair to sign the receipt. He said 'oh I forgot' and then got up to get a pen. He called out 'stop looking' in to which I replied 'My goodness you get up and walk away in a thong and I can't help but stare at your ass. I am trying not to look my goodness!' I proceeded to spin around in the chair nervous as hell. Trying to find anywhere to stare besides at his ass as he is walking.

Well long story short nothing other than that happened. I signed the receipt book and we talked a bit about the inhibitions of clothes. He sat very calm and normal as I spun back and forth in the chair fidgeting quite a bit. yes, it was odd. Very, very odd. Why does stuff like this seem to happen to me? I am glad people feel comfortable with me, but this is taking it to an extreme.

Later that evening my teenage son had his friends over playing (some had spent the night) and one of them had their cousin there. I assumed he was maybe 16 or 17, not that he looked it, I just assumed it. Turns out he was 19 and 1/2. Don't forget the half. Like this is an important monument that says I am not a teenager I am an adult. To me...just a baby. Your 19, come on.

So anyways they are all in the living room playing video games. They do this till late in the night when I take them to Mellow Mushroom. Some go with us and then sleep over and others go home. The next day, Sunday they all come back including the 19 year old. They continue playing video games and one of the boys' sister knocks on the door and says they have to carry something to the car for the mom real quick. So...they all leave...because we all know teenagers travel in packs. Except this 19 1/2 year old named 'delusional'. Well he proceeds to come into the kitchen where I am making tacos and starts to talk to me. The conversation is how he is joining the Navy. Then it turns into "I am sorry if this is out of line but, how old are you". I proceeded to tell him not thinking anything of it because I am looking at him like he's a little boy. Then he continues with "I think your very beautiful..." and oh yes the 19 1/2 year old is hitting on me. I mean he is actually hitting me.

And that is what happened to me this weekend. Do things like this happen to any of you?