
Nude Date Disasters
Hilarious Tales of Getting Naked, Getting Awkward, and Still Showing Up for Dessert
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Kristin Williams

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What happens when you mix naked optimism, questionable men, and way too much wine? You get Kristin Williams’ life...and lucky for you, she wrote it all down before the seagulls, farts, and raccoons could destroy the evidence.
Kristin is 38, single, proudly suburban (Volvo driver, cat mom, wine enthusiast), and a nudist who somehow keeps ending up in situations no sane person would ever put on the internet. Except she did. Because why keep your dignity when you can publish it on Amazon?
Inside you’ll discover:
Kevin at Cap d’Agde, the beer-guzzling man whose five inches of “glory” floated like a pool noodle while he farted through foreplay
Naked Karaoke Night, featuring tone-deaf moans, bad Bon Jovi, and a toot that nearly brought the house down
Sauna Seduction, where seduction smelled like boiled eggs and sounded like butt-trumpets in surround sound
Skinny Dipping with Tanya’s Ex, the night ducks, guilt, and a watery toot ruined any chance of romance
Nude Beach Picnic, or how Todd proved ants, warm wine, and seagulls make terrible wingmen
Hot Springs Hookup, where “chakras aligning” turned out to be code for slipping on algae and farting in sulfur water
Campground Chaos, complete with raccoons, exploding marshmallows, and Crocs no one asked for
Tan Lines in Tenerife, starring an Italian named Paolo, one bad nap, and sunburn stripes that made Kristin look like a nudist traffic cone
Part memoir, part cautionary tale, and part therapy session you didn’t know you needed, Nude Date Disasters is proof that when life gives you lemons, you should keep your clothes on.
If you love David Sedaris, Jenny Lawson, or laughing at other people’s poor decisions while secretly making the same ones yourself, this book is your new guilty pleasure.
Grab a copy, pour a glass of wine (a cold one, please), and prepare to laugh your bare ass off.
Warning: Contains nudity, wine, toots, raccoons, and an unreasonable amount of aloe vera.