Yea I would have had something. If they were having sex, I'd put my bottoms back on. If I spilled something or got my period unexpectedly, I'd wear stained pants inside before walking from my car to my house with my vagina out. If it went the way of Jessica Alba's skirt in Good Luck Chuck, I'd wrap it around me.
Unless she was doing some lying and her pants caught on fire, I can't fathom a single acceptable reason for this. Lol
Wow!!! lol. I have no idea. That is so weird! Even if I shit my pants, which I never have (for the record), I wouldn't take them off in the car. That would be a huge fucking mess
What? It's not unreasonable to expect him to go inside and at least get her a towel to wrap around her waist or something.
Ah that makes sense. I was thinking making her put her pants back on.
Given that she sprinted inside, I say she's either drunk or was going to continue shitting. So, I don't really blame him because you can't reason with drunk people and/or she desperately needed a toilet, not pants. Barring those circumstances, I think he should have gotten her something to cover up with from the house to the car. This whole scenario is weird.
Fun side story: there was an article in the paper about one of the road construction flaggers in town being assaulted this week. Apparently he was enforcing the stop for construction. Dude got out of the car and came at him, cussing up a storm. Then the dude SHIT HIS PANTS in Front of a line of vehicles in 105 degree heat. Then the dude yells, "look what you made me do!"
Feel bad for the cop who had to give him a pat down...
Why would he be responsible for her pants? She's an adult. She should be the one to make sure she is clothed properly.
I'm going to say sex is the reason
What? It's not unreasonable to expect him to go inside and at least get her a towel to wrap around her waist or something.
A few months ago, DH and I were visiting San Diego, him for work, me for play. I was wearing my favorite shorts, which I'd had for >10 years. I knew they were running out of time, because the stitching where the pockets were attached to the shorts was starting to get thin. I had run to the store, and while I was getting in the car, I slid across the seat and my shorts ripped all the way from the waistband to the hem, totally exposing my left ass cheek. Luckily, no one saw it happen. When I got back to the hotel, I called DH to come down and bring me a sweatshirt to wrap around my waist. He brought it down, but stood just out of my reach. I think he thought he was being funny, but I wasn't having any of it!
Ah that makes sense. I was thinking making her put her pants back on.
Given that she sprinted inside, I say she's either drunk or was going to continue shitting. So, I don't really blame him because you can't reason with drunk people and/or she desperately needed a toilet, not pants. Barring those circumstances, I think he should have gotten her something to cover up with from the house to the car. This whole scenario is weird.
In either of those scenarios, though,why would SHE be the one driving? I agree that he seems like a dick who did not attempt to help her out in anyway. I'm DYING to know the real story!!
One time when we were in Cancun, one of my classmates was hooking up on the beach with some guy. Some other random ran by them and grabbed her pants and unders which were laying nearby. She she was literally pantless. Even in that scenario, the guy she was with gave her his boxers.
This is very unusual. Maybe it was some kind of role play sex game? Like run through the headlights and I chase you?
What? It's not unreasonable to expect him to go inside and at least get her a towel to wrap around her waist or something.
A few months ago, DH and I were visiting San Diego, him for work, me for play. I was wearing my favorite shorts, which I'd had for >10 years. I knew they were running out of time, because the stitching where the pockets were attached to the shorts was starting to get thin. I had run to the store, and while I was getting in the car, I slid across the seat and my shorts ripped all the way from the waistband to the hem, totally exposing my left ass cheek. Luckily, no one saw it happen. When I got back to the hotel, I called DH to come down and bring me a sweatshirt to wrap around my waist. He brought it down, but stood just out of my reach. I think he thought he was being funny, but I wasn't having any of it!
Post by clairedunphy on Aug 7, 2016 13:03:53 GMT -5
I'm going with some combo of drunkenness and sex. Either they've already had sex or they drove home naked as a form of foreplay. But that is so weird. I would die laughing if I saw my neighbors do this.
The thing about the kinky and/or drunken sex theory, though, is that it doesn't explain why she left the car running and he waited out there for a period of time. I guess we'll never know...