Guys like hanging out naked at home, at least when they’re alone. It’s a special form of relaxation, a sort of liberation from the restrictions of clothing and the social conventions that go with wearing them. Hey who’s hared if a guy wants to cruise the rooms of his house in his birthday suit.
I had a college roommate my junior year who was quite good-looking, a real jock type, and he never wore clothes around our apartment, not unless guests were present. I sure didn’t mind his nudity, you can believe that. I actually saw him recently, and he still looks pretty good, except his hair has gone gray. I wonder if he’s still a dedicated nudist. Should I ask?
I rose around eight this morning, to take my usual three-mile walk on the beach. Again, conditions were perfect: 70 degrees F, sunny and still. The Gulf was as calm as a mirror, and I reminded myself, as I strode on the shore, just how lucky I am to have the life I do.
My boyfriend has to work today, so I’ll visit the YMCA by myself after lunch. It’s okay, I have friends there to chat with, and maybe I’ll visit the driving range afterward, to practice my swing. Why not enjoy this nice winter weather we’re having?
I’m not sure what I’ll do with my evening tonight. I have much to do in the writing department, so I certainly won’t be at loose ends. I also have correspondence and phone calls to tend to, if I’m feeling in a responsible mood. Or maybe I’ll just hang out naked in the house . . . . Sadly, I won’t look at enticing as the young men in today’s photo posts, but that won’t stop me.
Okay, everyone. Wherever you are today, I hope you’ll have a wonderful Wednesday. Thanks for stopping by today, I always like hearing from you guys.