Surprise!

Scenario:

A lady has been watching television with her special romantic friend of the male persuasion. A lovely quiet evening in. The lady announces that she is getting ready for bed, and scampers off to do lady things in the bathroom (brush her teeth, pluck stray eyebrow hairs, examine her pores, remove her eye-makeup, pee). She returns to the bedroom, finding her special romantic friend of the male persuasion already tucked up in bed. "He's so cute." she thinks to herself, then ready to join him, pulls back the covers.  There, the lady finds her companion, a man who usually sleeps in his boxer shorts, completely and utterly naked.

The lady laughs.

Now... of course, the man friend in our scenario is rather hurt. The lady has seen him in the buff on plenty occasions, in fact she seemed to enjoy the view. The logical progression of the evening was eventual stripping of clothing, that's what a quiet night in is all about, isn't it? The poor fellow was simply skipping the needless middle part of shedding underthings.

But, let it be a truth universally acknowledged... one will always giggle at unexpected male nudity.

This comes from good authority (Marg Craig, aficionado of masculinity), that regardless of appearance, sexual attraction or orientation, warm feelings, even gender of the viewer, -- with the exception of flashers on the street (and usually not even then!), -- the snap-gut reaction to seeing a surprise (!) naked man, is to laugh. 

No man should ever take it personally. I'm not mocking the male form (big fan!), I think it is the "ta-da!" factor of it all that is so absurd. Like a stripper popping out of a cake. Only with more body hair. 

And a penis.