There are several regulars at my gym who are perfectly comfortable wandering nude around the locker room. I am not one of them. I envy them a little, I wish I were so comfortable with myself I could just air dry after my shower. I still use the method I developed in 7th grade gym class of putting my underwear on under my towel and then putting my bra on on top of my towel so that when I am inevitably forced to remove my towel I'm already half dressed. I don't really know why I do this, it's just a habit, but I know other women are like me because when I taught Ann Bushman this method (in 7th grade gym class) she was genuinely grateful.
There's a woman whose workout schedule is about 15 minutes ahead of my own. Each day when I head to the shower, I pass her standing in front of the public vanity stark naked, drying her hair. Today, as I awaited my frothy Starbucks beverage, she came in for a cup o' joe. Because she's usually at the gym before me, I never see her working out. I only see her standing in the locker room naked or, sometimes, getting dressed. As we smiled at each other in greeting it occurred to me that this was the first time I'd ever seen her fully clothed. I couldn't stop myself thinking "I know what kind of underwear you're wearing" because she's always at the undies stage when I'm returning from the shower. The slight awkwardness of it caused me to inadvertently imagine all the Starbuck's customers in their underwear and I knew instantly that using that tactic in attempt to put myself at ease in a public speaking situation would never work for me. It was all too horrible. I looked pleadingly at the barista thinking "just give me the latte, just do it. NOW" and when she finally did, I hustled out into the cold where everyone was wearing bulky coats. What a relief.