  In keeping with the theme I have set for my blog of late, I have two stories. I am sure that inquiring minds are dying to know.
Many a moon ago (probably 10 years or so ago), I was riding in the truck with my dad. Ok, I feel the need to give some background information on my dad. He is former military, very gruff, very anal, and doesn't laugh. Few things are funny to him. We were traveling down a fairly hilly, semi-rural road on a bright and sunny morning, and off in the distance we could see a jogger.
Every now and again, we could see this jogger come to the crest of a hill, and as he got closer, it appeared that he was wearing nothing but his shoes and a smile. Needless to say, I was enthralled. However, I did not want my dad to think that I was gaping at this seemingly naked runner, so I glanced at dear old dad to see what he was looking at.
Sure enough, dad had caught sight of the so-called streaker. Trying to stay as aloof about the whole thing as I possibly could, I said "It sure looks like that guy up there is naked. " "Hummph. " At this point, our au natural jogger is getting pretty close, and heck if I am going to miss a show like a nekkid person jogging. As we came up on the jogger, I discovered that he had, in fact, made sure that the vitals were covered - with a hot-pink g-string.
As soon as I saw this, I just about gave myself whiplash turning my head to look at my dad. They say that there are few things in this world that are priceless. The love of a good woman (or man, as the case may be), for example. I have to say that the look on my dad's face qualified as priceless. There are honestly no words to describe the sheer disgust and horror that I am sure my dad felt at that moment, when his 14 year old daughter had just seen a man, jogging, wearing nothing but a hot-pink g-string.
It was hilarious. I will never let him live it down. Story #2 This one isn't as funny, but it still has to do with men wearing thongs, so I feel the need to include it. A few years back, when the Backstreet Boys were still popular, the local radio station (in Tucson) was holding a contest for concert tickets. The point of this contest was to do the most radical thing that you could think of, and if the DJ's liked it or thought it was funny, they would give you some tickets. So, I am driving home from work on an afternoon when they are taking contestants, listening to the radio of course, when this man calls in to the station.
He would like to compete for these tickets. His girlfriend would 'just die' if he won the tickets. So far, the DJs aren't too impressed with this guy... I am sure that they had heard this story 500 times already that day. So they ask him what he would like to do to win these tickets. The man says, very seriously, "I will run down Oracle (a major road in Tucson) during rush hour wearing nothing but a leopard print thong.
" The DJs are only slightly intrigued (I, on the other hand, was trying to devise ways to get my dad onto Oracle during rush hour, just so that I can see that face again.... though, in retrospect, I had already be tainted by the hot pink g-string guy, so it wouldn't have been the same), until the man says something that I will never forget as long as I live.
"...and I am not a small man. " Oh, the pictures that floated through my head. To this day, I don't know if he won those tickets or even ran down Oracle in nothing but that Leopard print tournequet, but I have always hoped against all hope that my man would someday be willing (though I would not want him to) to do such a thing for me, only because he knew that the outcome would make me happy. And those are my stories about men wearing thongs. 
