Nothing Nude Under the Sun

(Episode two of Below the Belt is here. Plots thicken. Foes encroach. Chinese food is eaten. -JMG)

Story Sent in by Josh:

I'm a photographer. I take photos of people. With their clothes on. Engagements, weddings, children, I do it all. Before our first date, Cheryl was really curious about it and she asked me all sorts of questions. She was a (self-proclaimed) amateur photographer, herself. I figured she was just indulging a pet passion. And I was happy to help her out.

On our date at a coffee shop, she asked me a few quick questions about my photography experience and then said, "You're not one of those sleazy guys who has women pose nude, are you?"

"No," I said.

Cheryl stared at me like I had said, "Yes." She asked, "What? What?"

I said, "No. I've never done anything like that. I keep it professional."

Cheryl gave me that stare again. She stood up with her drink and for a moment I thought she was going to splash it in my face. What did I say? She said, "Date over, asshoIe," and left me sitting there, completely floored.

I followed her outside and asked her what went wrong. I again iterated that I've never done a sleazy nude photo session with anyone. I really, really hadn't.

She said, "You're disgusting. I should've known. And you call yourself a photographer? Stay away from me!" This time when she took off, I let her go.

Less than a week afterward, I received an email in my photography business email account. It was from someone named "Donna" who wanted to pay me to do a nude photo shoot. Thing was, it was sent from Cheryl's email address. I wrote back, "Cheryl, what the hell is wrong with you?" There was no response. Thankfully.