I work at a very nice theatre that people come from all over the state to visit. He came to a performance one night wearing his traditional Scottish garb, kilt and all. It wasn’t until later that it occurred to me that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. That embarrassed and grossed me out too much to continue seeing him.

—Katie

Aftermath: He was a nice guy, but I couldn’t look at him the same after that. I’m not a prude, am I?

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