Have a look at tonight’s photo posts. Okay, the guys are sexy and they have nicely developed arms, but what’s up with licking your on biceps? It reminds me of a book I once read titled A Culture of Narcissism. Can we take love of our own beauty too far? I can honestly say I have known a few guys in my lifetime who were true narcissists and I never found their company to amusing.
Me? I’d rather lick my boyfriend’s biceps, which are really quite lovely. Especially after a trip to the gym. He gets pumped really easily, though I can’t say the same for me.
Our workout and lap-swimming at the YMCA went great; the pool was almost empty and we both had our own lap lanes. We hit the supermarket afterward, and now we’re home, ready for a relaxing evening. The market had New York Strips on sale, so I’m grilling over charcoal tonight.
A rainstorm blew over the island about 45 minutes ago, cooling things off a bit, and right now my boyfriend’s out for a bike ride while I write these words. In a few minutes, I’ll get busy in the kitchen, and then after we clean up after dinner, we’ll hit our timeshare for a moonlit swim in the pool, a really nice way to end a hot summer day in west central Florida.
Have a nice Monday night, friends, wherever you are. And you might try licking your biceps when no one is looking. He-he ….