Missed Opportunity
While in college, four of us rented a duplex for a year starting in the summer. During the summer only two of us were staying there while the other two were back home working summer jobs. One hot day the girlfriend of one of the guys back home was visiting. The other fellow and I were shirtless. The girlfriend said she would take off her top if we remained shirtless. I put on a shirt as I did not want any potential problems if her boyfriend (and future housemate) got wind of her being topless around us.
As a side note, a few years before I heard she was often topless on her floor of the girls dorm.
It's hard sometimes to realize how casually we can dismiss an opportunity that just isn't going to come around again, and settle ourselves into a situation that could have been more congenial. For all the imagery around youthful impulsiveness, I think with age it becomes more and more clear that if you want to do it, do it NOW, while the opportunity is there. I once brushed aside an invitation to undress at a new acquaintance's house in Atlanta; the realization that I had passed up a way to make more of the best connection I ever had a chance to form there was a factor later in my decision to move.
My friend and I called into a pub with a beer festival on the way back from a nude holiday. The landlady asked if there was anything under the kilt I was wearing. So I lifted it showing her there was nothing (only me!!!). She turned pink and nearly spilt the pint she was pouring. Then she had a word with her husband (the landlord) and told my friend we could go in her pub naked anytime. It's a pity I didn't hear it - I'd have stripped on the spot. What a missed opportunity. She wasn't there the next time we called into the pub. If only I'd got naked that first time I'd probably have been able to do it every time later.