I recently shared a pair of pictures of a hot Hawaiian hunk I ran across on the internet. The first photo I found of him was the one above. That set me off clicking for more. While everything about this guy makes me drool, that first picture kept drawing me back. Sure the body, face, and view are all enticing, but even more so, the intimacy and suggestion of his towel wrapped body is the allure. They say a picture is worth a thousand words; this one is responsible for what I’m sure will be a few hundred more than that.

I could Google it, but I doubt that towels have ever been considered erotic. There are a lot of people in the world with some fairly odd fetishes, but no matter how far off of mainstream, there’s always other aficionados who share their interest. I think I have a towel fetish. I fear I may be the only one who does.

Towels are a part of our daily life. They crop up throughout the day in various forms. The bath towel is probably the most ubiquitous, but even it comes in various sizes for various uses: quarter size for just when you need to dry off your hands, sixteenth size for washing your face, and double size for double sized folk. There are paper towels, which someone nicknamed napkins. And more recently little towels pre-wetted for quick clean ups. So maybe it’s not the towel itself responsible for my fetish, but it’s use instead. Otherwise I‘d be sprouting wood a few hundred times a day. Well, a few hundred times a day more than I already do.

When a guy is draped in a towel, he’s pretty much naked; there’s not much between you and his bare skin. A towel draped body holds promise. It’s like an Xmas gift, all wrapped up and just waiting for you to open it. It’s an invitation, too. At least when you experience it on a one to one basis. In a locker room filled with guys, treating your buddy’s towel wrapped body as in invitation may not be a good idea. Usually.

Moving from a towel state to a no towel state takes little effort. A quick tug, and voila. A guy just wearing a pair of underwear is similar in degree of intimacy, but removing them, though that can be fun too, takes a trifle more effort. It just doesn’t flow like whisking off a guy’s towel does. Little work, large reward. I love life.

Anticipation plays a role too. I’d much rather have a guy come out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist than being completely naked. It’s a step toward your pleasure, not instant gratification. A guy wearing a towel provides a chance to savor what is to come.

Thais have their own particular way with towels. Thai guys almost all use a towel as a dressing room. Being Thai, a smaller version of human, there’s always a lot of room in that towel produced dressing room; your average American can’t pull off the clothing change inside of a towel maneuver without something showing. Thais can. I think maybe they need to start selling smaller towels in Thailand.

Thais have already hit on that scheme for the paper version of a towel. Napkins in Thailand are half the size that they are in the U.S. I don’t just mean smaller, literally half sized. It’s like they’ve cut a normal size napkin along one of it’s folds. I’m not sure if they come that way or restaurants use their staff to cut napkins down in size. The latter would make sense, restaurants in Thailand seem to always hire ten more people per job than needed; might as well get some use out of the extra manpower. If half-sized napkins are an economical move, it’s a bad one. Everyone grabs extra napkins to make up for the shortfall. Even a Thai-sized mouth needs more towel than that provided. And using one of those to clean up after sex? Forget about it.

Thais also seem to fail to grasp the simple concept of a towel when it comes to coasters, which is a towel for your glass. You can not order a drink at a bar in Thailand without it being served with a coaster. The Thai version of a coaster does nothing to absorb condensation but rather provides a spot for water to pool. Then when you take a sip of your drink, water dribbles off onto your shirt. Of course, a towel would take care of that damage, but all they have are Thai sized napkins on hand.

Though it appears to be a more common occurrence than I’ve run across, which is only once, some Thai guys keep their bath towel wrapped around their body when they get into bed. The towel only comes off after they are safely tucked away under the sheets. As much as a fan of towel clad guys as I am, that’s overkill. Anticipation is good, avoidance bad. Though afterwards, you don’t then have to go searching for a towel to clean up the mess you made. Which can be a problem at some hotels. Especially cheaper ones.

Whenever I check into a new hotel in Thailand, whether I have a guest already staying with me or plan on renting one later that night, I always make a quick towel count. Two, which is often the case, is not enough. You’ll go through those in your pre-sex shower. While not a necessity, having another set of towels for your after sex shower is nice. And then you need at least one for cleaning your guest up immediately after the event; Thai guys may have no problem in producing it, but all seem to hate the idea of sperm sitting on their body for anything more than ten seconds. Having a towel at hand means you can at least enjoy a few minutes basking in the afterglow. No towel means you’ll be immediately laying in bed alone. Yes, a towel can be your friend.

I guess being the only one suffering from a towel fetish, there is no twelve step program available. But maybe that’s a good thing. The logistics of running such a group would be a nightmare. You’d have to cancel any meeting schedule for a day when it was raining or everyone would be back to their day 1 medallion. Napkins on the refreshment table could set half your membership off. And you’d have to cull your membership by name to avoid someone standing up to share their story and saying, “Hi! I’m Terry . . .”

Instead I guess I’ll just have to live with my towel fetish and enjoy every towel, and what’s wrapped up inside of it, that comes my way.

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