At this time of year, when the weather warms and the trees leaf out, young men like to commune with nature, and there’s no better way to do it than to hang out naked. It’s a guy thing; we all love to do it. I used to have a fishing camp in a remote area that could only be accessed by boat. The nearest neighbor was three miles away. When I’d take my friends up there the first thing they’d do was strip. Hey, it was liberating, feeling the breeze on our bare flesh.
I worked my ass off at our rental apartment yesterday. Cleaning the place from top to bottom must’ve taken close to seven hours. By the time I cleaned myself up and cooked dinner, it was already past nine PM. When my boyfriend got home from work he was feeling restless, so we sat on our back porch and talked while the patio fountain gurgled and the breeze stirred tree limbs. We didn’t get to bed until nearly one AM this morning. As a result, we ended up sleeping until 9:30, so I didn’t get my walk on the beach. 🙁
My boyfriend’s spending his entire day working on a brief for one of his law school classes, so I’ll be visiting the YMCA by myself today. Then I need to visit Home Depot to buy all sorts of supplies for the apartment next door. Our next guests arrive Wednesday and the place needs to be just right.
Have a nice Friday, everyone.