The day a prospective father-in-law met LittleBloke
This was years ago, when I was still on the straight side of the fence and living with a girl in a house we'd bought together. I was about 25 at the time.

It was Saturday morning, and being Saturday morning I was lounging about in my bathrobe as usual, playing Command & Conquer in the spare room/study. The GF's Dad had come around to do some work on some bit of the house, as he was the Obi-Wan of household fixy-uppage and I was singularly crap at it.

He needed to ask a question or three and the GF was in the shower so he shouted to me from the bottom of the stairs so I squatted on the landing to answer his queries. I didn't notice straight away that he had stopped looking directly at me and was concentrating with some intensity on his hand resting on the banister at his end.

The GF walked up behind him at this point, having just come out of the shower. I finally realised something was amiss when her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide as she looked up the stairs at me. Her Dad made his excuses and carried on with his work and she rushed up to me whispering 'For fuck's sake, stand up you doughnut!'

It seemed that I'd been squatting there for a full five minutes with LittleBloke and his two friends hanging down in plain view between my legs, set off perfectly by the light of our bedroom window directly behind me. Grinning at my embarassment and her Dad's, she chucked some boxers at me and told me to cover myself up.

Of course, I've shown my equipment to a few blokes since, but those times were intentional and more rewarding in many ways. Still, her dad couldn't look me in the eyes for months - don't see why, with hindsight - after all, my dick isn't on my head.*

* Comments to the contrary are unwelcome, but not entirely unheard of.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 29 May 2009, 9:48, Reply)