As I’ve said many times, certain guys should not wear shirts, except when attending church or dining in a restaurant. Why cover up all the smooth and rippling flesh. I remember in my younger days (pre-Internet) when gay bars were jam-packed on the weekends, and dancing shirtless was quite acceptable any time of day or night. The sights were nothing less than amazing.
I mean, how would you like to dance with Mr. Blue Eyes to the left here when he’s shirtless and wearing a nice pair of skinny jeans. He’ll, I’d dance with him until dawn if he’d let me. What a babe …. 😉
It’s been a good day so far. I spent 2-1/2 hours editing my novel-in-progress, which is almost complete. At 56,000 words it’s not as long as some of my other books, bu I really like it. Around eleven AM I took a three-mile walk, and then I drove into the city for a workout and lap-swimming at the YMCA.
Now I’m home and it’s beautiful, here on the island: sunny, cool, with only a minimal breeze. In just a few minutes I will open up a cold beer, and then I’ll do a little more editing before heading into the city another time.
Old friends from Philadelphia who winter here every year have invited me to have dinner with them at their home, which is right down the street from where I used to live back in the 1980’s and 1990’s. They have a beautiful home and a nice garden, and they are great cooks too. I always have a wonderful time when we get together because we never stop laughing.
Since my boyfriend’s up in Tallahassee right now, it’s nice to spend time with friends rather than spending time alone at my house. After the dinner party I will head back to the island and most likely crawl into bed with a Michael Chabon book I am reading.
Have a nice Friday night, friends.