"So ... um .. you’re a nudist?" John grasped at the largest conversational thread available, trying to distract himself from gaping openly at Erin’s svelte physique.[br] [br] She served him a plate. "No ... It would be nice if it was a choice .. a lifestyle." She offered him some wine. "I literally [b]can not wear clothes.[/b]" She settled with her own plate .. hostess duties adequately completed.[br] [br] "So it’s like an allergy or something?" Her food was delicious, asking her about recipes had been on the tip of his tongue .. but he just couldn't get past this eccentric lack of attire thing. His eyes bounced from the plate to her eyes to her bosom [i]can’t stop there[/i] back to her eyes. John shifted uncomfortably in his seat. A savage blush coloring his cheeks, wishing he’s asked something else .. something from his now forgotten list of causual [i]getting to know your internet date[/i] questions.