I live in a neighborhood where the men should not go around shirtless. I didn't even think they did that anymore. I mean, it's been a long time since I've seen a young well built hunk out in public without a shirt.
Well, today I did a double take, and not for the reasons you think. I was on my way home from work. And as I turned the corner to go down my street there he was. God love him he was walking across his yard. Bent over, a carpet of gray hair covering his back. Seventy plus if he was a day. He must have heard me coming because he stopped and turned slightly, and I got a good view of his front.
We exchanged waves and I continued on, trying to get that image out of my mind. None of us are perfect. I wouldn't go around in a swim suit showing off my cottage cheese thighs.
But I guess there comes a time in our lives that it just doesn't matter anymore. Know what I mean?