It’s no secret many young men like to hang out naked when they’re home alone. The absence of clothing gives a guy a sense of freedom like no other. Hey, who is hurting? No one.
When I was in college, I had two roommates who hung out in the birthday suits all the time. I never objected, of course. One guy in particular was a sight to behold, very athletic and very well-endowed. Hugh, where are you today?
It’s already past lunchtime and I’m just now posting. I had a buy morning wrapping up a lengthy writing project I have worked on for a couple of months. My boyfriend and I also started an ambitious project today: creating a custom crossword puzzle we hope to have published in the Los Angeles Times when it’s completed. You might think this is an easy task, but trust me, it’s not. This will likely take us weeks to complete, if we devote an hour a day to the puzzle’s creation.
My boyfriend’s off to work in an hour or so, and then I will run errands for a bit: Home Depot and so forth. I have a few projects to complete around the house, and I still need to take my daily, three-mile walk on the beach. Outside, the weather is beautiful: about eighty degrees F, sunny and dry, with only a light breeze tickling the fronds on my coconut palms. Not bad for December, eh?
I’m not sure what I’ll do with my evening. I will definitely visit the shore a second time to watch sunset before I dine I have a Netflix rental to watch, titled It’s Kind of a Funny Story, a film recommended to me by one of my readers. I have another writing project to work on, so I will stay busy. Will I hang out naked? Um-m-m-m, no. Sorry, but I don’t think I’d look as pretty as the young men in today’s photo posts, so I’ll do the world a favor and keep my clothes on.
Have a nice Thursday, everyone.