Bekah Hamrick Martin - The Bare Naked Truth. Dating, Waiting, and Gods Purity Plan

T HE WORDS BARE NAKED still send chills down my spine but not in the way you might expect. Yes, I am married to a hot boy. For some reason, though, when I hear the words bare naked, I dont always think about my hot boy.

Sometimes I think about that terrible day last fall. I think about the moment before I got naked. I think about the moment before I, the ever-mature camp counselor, walked through the minefield of sleeping girls and hoped prayed and plotted.

This was it. No more Mrs. Nice Guy. No more standing by while the other girls stole the hot water for their early-morning showers. It was time for me to be the water-hog. I was going to help these campers fulfill their dreams of world travel (to Iceland).

My heart pounded as I slipped past the girls and pushed open the bathroom door. The clock on the counter blinked seven a.m. I listened closely: no water running. Was this revenge story too good to be true?

Pretty much.

What I tell you next is not something I usually talk about in mixed company, because my mama raised me in the South, where you dont use words like Im about to use. But because were all girls here, Im just gonna put it bluntly: I stripped.

And then I realized there was no place to put my pjs. The floor was still soaked from the previous nights showers. Going back for another towel to mop it up meant letting those water stealers beat me to the shower. Again.

I knew what I had to do: protect my pjs by hanging them on

So when gravity began to take its course, we were all surprised myself and the three blonde cheerleaders lined up to be next in the shower, who were squealing in a way Id never heard them squeal before, and in a way that had nothing to do with cold water.

Friends, Im just gonna be honest here: there is no pretty way to put up a shower curtain when youre naked. You find yourself asking life-altering questions like Do I like my butt best, or my boobs? Which side is less likely to make these cheerleaders cringe?

Im not gonna lie. People saw things they didnt want to see. But let me tell ya, we had it all out in the open.

It may not always be pretty, but sometimes (when it doesnt involve a camp bathroom and perfect-bodied cheerleaders) out in the open is the best way to go. And because of that, Ive decided to take that approach with this bookthe bare naked one.

This book is just the truth. Okay with a little craziness mixed in. Im not afraid to talk about the tough questions the ones teens ask me every day. Questions like:

How far is too far?

Is there anything wrong with masturbation?

What do guys really want in a girl?

What are the advantages to waiting for sex?

What are the disadvantages to waiting?

When it comes to bare naked truth, I wont be hiding behind polite words or Sunday school stories in this book. The question is, can you handle it, or are you gonna run screaming like a girl?

Ill see you on the bare side.

. See www.bekahhamrickmartin.com for evidence. But rememberhes mine.

. The rod tumbled faster than a two-ton rock avalanche.

I M NOT SURE IF it was the crash or the blood-curdling scream that brought me to my knees. Two months after 9/11, I was sure I was on a plane with a group of terrorists. I sat there staring, shaking, wondering.

So this was it: my final moment. Id always wondered if I would be heroic and strong. But the only strong thing was the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. And my breath. Maybe I could take these guys down with that.

It was all happening so fast I could barely respond. One moment the terrorists sat in their seats, quiet and subdued. The next moment they hit the floor, shouting and crowding around some unknown device.

And we all know that screaming in a foreign language on an airplane after 9/11 about a dropped digital camera is a perfectly sensible thing to do.

BaRE NaKeD tip

Get all the information. (Duh.)

After a few hours, when I crawled out from under my seat, I realized things arent always as they seem.

I thought I knew all the details of the situation. But if Id known it was a digital camera hitting the floor, I could have avoided the whole being-bribed-by-an-airline-attendant-with-a-cookie-to-get-out-from-under-my-seat thing.

But no. I was operating only on the information Id been given.

I cant believe Im admitting this, but I did it again yesterday. Not the whole terrorists-on-an-airplane thingjust the failure to get all the details.