Wilbur seems to be the subject of my blogs recently. Do I have a Freudian obsession with this friend of mine? Or is it just because it always seems that we hang out because we're friends? Perhaps he is one of the many interesting friends that I can write about who wouldn't mind (until I get into his car) and who also tends not to say too much about himself. All my other friends tend to have the gift about taking life's mundane experiences and morphing them into heroic epics and making life more interesting. (Of course I am referring to my buddies Joe, Lat and of course the now Internet famous (in a good way) the 8W).

You know, despite you being close to someone, you can never be fully naked in front of them. The closest you can get is to be separated by a thin piece of closely shredding fruit of the loom that clings for its life from a overly stretched piece of rubber that hangs off your hips. Of course I'm talking about seeing Adrian in the buff with briefs while escaping from the shower and on another occasion when he was room mate, Lat, in his briefs, engaging in culinary activities.
I have no qualms with that. However, to see full frontal nudity other than in a porno, an arts film about gay Mongolians trying to liberate themselves through stamp collecting, or in a free-hand drawing class, is one thing. Seeing your friend fully in the way that he came into the world is another thing. Wilbur was my workout buddy (Note: Guys I'm really not gay. I'm as straight as they come) and we would lift weights and do the whole routine. OF course afterwards, we would retreat to the locker room to get changed and out of our sweat infested, all-dressed chips smelling, shirts and into our regular clothes to go back into the real world and show people how much bigger our pecs are. You are probably thinking "man, doesn't Jon sweat like a tropical rain storm? Shouldn't he shower?" Let me tell you, I prefer showering in the privacy of my shower than to expose my naked flesh to the public showers that McGill has to offer? Why? Just because.

However, Wilbur has to shower there, (maybe its also the fact that he lives so darn far away) and needs to smell good for the ladies or something. So there we were one time, just chatting about where we were going to go afterwards and I had finished changing and I went over to his locker to ask him and he was stripping down in front of me and I thought he would have wrapped a towel around his waist as he was removing that final barrier that separated his privacy from the rest of the world, me being directly in front of him at this point and about a good 5 feet away. Without warning, my dear friend Wilbur pulls down his briefs and of course, I was shocked but I didn't let my eyes wander or stare. I just said, "I'll meet you downstairs in 5" really quickly and left hoping that he didn't think I was staring at him in the buff.

The other day, Lat, Adrian Wong and myself were also at the gym while wilbur was getting into the shower and of course, I had to be the one to catch a glimpse of him streaking past from his locker to the showers. Well, I guess his locker was strategically located near the showers to minimize his exposure of his body to the world.

Wilbur: we're still friends even though i might feel a little closer than most people having seen you in your birthday suit.
* Note: Wilbur and I are still great friends. well, maybe not after he reads this.