Bringing my total out-comings to ... 2.
Don't get me wrong, this wasn't a major event. It wasn't planned out meticulously in advance, so this isn't some majorly emotional story.
The friend in question came round slightly unexpectedly this afternoon. He had popped round on Tuesday when we spent the day gaming but I was busy yesterday and he told me he was golfing this morning so I didn't think I would see him again till tomorrow.
Cue me half lazily browsing the web, half tidying my room wearing something less than masculine when I hear someone at the door. I did the 'change at the speed of light' routine an went to answer the door wearing just a pair of trousers.
As I welcomed him into my home I denied having just got up (I have been known to get up at 2pm), so when he asked what I was doing that took me so long to answer the door I just told him. Simple as.
He didn't really believe me till I lobbed what I had previously been wearing at him.
All this has led me to the conclusion that I don't care if people know, I just rather they didn't.