Or She Had X-RAY VISION

Story Sent in by Wendell:

Marcy and I had been on one date already, and I thought it would be a nice gesture for me to invite her over to my apartment for dinner. She said that she'd bring lasagna.

She rang the intercom when she arrived downstairs. I buzzed her in and told her to let herself into my place, as I was working over the stove.

I heard her enter and I called, "I'm in the kitchen!"

When she entered, her eyes widened at me, she screamed, and dropped her tray of lasagna on the floor.

I jumped away from the stove, thinking that there was a fire or spider or something similarly catastrophic. I asked, "What is it? What–?"

"You're–you're naked!" she yelled, and ran away from me and out of the apartment.

For the record, I was not naked. Not in the slightest. I was in jeans and a shirt. The very opposite of naked, in fact. Instinctively, I jogged after her, down the hall. I even yelled, "I'm not naked!" a few times until I realized how strange that would likely sound to anyone else on the floor who heard.

I stopped and let her go. I then ran back to my apartment and called her. I was actually expecting her to not pick up, but she did, out of breath. She said, "Hello?"

I replied, "Hi, Marcy. You coming back? I'm not naked."

She said, "I can't talk to you now. I'm busy running away from you," and then hung up.

I was able to salvage most of her lasagna and enjoyed it very much over the next few nights. She was either completely insane or she went through an awful lot of trouble to essentially tell me that she didn't want to see me anymore.