I thought I would share how I met my Speedo wearing husband and warn all of you about the fact that if a man is wearing a Speedo when you meet, you’ll never get him to stop wearing it.

My name is Susan and this is the story of how I met my husband John.

I was on my way, years ago, to do some Christmas shopping. I was shocked when I saw a group of guys running down the street in nothing but red Speedos and tennis shoes in the freezing cold.

They were carrying boom boxes that played Christmas music and everyone stopped to look, laugh and cheer.

I was intrigued with this crazy stunt in the middle of the afternoon and everyone who was watching these guys was having a great time.

I decided to follow the group to see what was going on.

As I followed the group of guys in their 20’s, it became clear how they could stand the cold in their tiny red Speedos.

They went into a local bar and from the looks of it, had been there before they started running. What a site… 5 guys in red bikinis, in the bar, half plowed trying to shake off the cold.

One guy saw me looking on in amazement and wandered over to introduce himself. It was my now husband John.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, with me trying not to stare or laugh, he said that the group was a bunch of friends who did this silly run at first for a joke and that it had turned into a huge fund raiser for the less fortunate.

I found it so endearing that he was doing this for charity, that when he asked me out, it never occurred to me that the stupid Speedo would be with us always and that he wasn’t wearing it just for charity.

We consequently fell in love and were married. We have children now and we still have the Speedo.

Even though my husband is a great guy, I probably would have thought twice about the date if I had know the torture the Speedo would bring me in the years to come.

So be warned….If he’s wearing a Speedo when you meet…he’ll never get rid of it.