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?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
My Eyes! My Eyes!
Posted by Tory Richards at Thursday, March 26, 2009
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I know exactly what you mean and I hope you were able to remove the image from your mind
I don't know if I will ever show my cottage thighs no matter what my age is. Have a great day. I hope you got the image out of your mind.
LOL...hard to do when I went home to find hubby in the living room without his shirt on:) He's no sprint chicken!
Yeah because maybe we have common sense, housemouse88. But I've seen a lot of over weight ladies wearing white stretch pants that show every dimple.
lol--ya killing me!
Debbie...I believe there absolutely comes a time in our lives when we just don't give a flip.
I haven't been in a bathing suit in years but if circumstances found me on my favorite beach, I seriously wouldn't care what anybody might about what I wore. Why would I? Because MAYBE some stranger would see my less than stellar body in a swim suit? That possibility weighed against my enjoyment of walking the beach makes it a no issue for me.
As you noted, none of us have a perfect body and if we live until our 70's or beyond, all of our bodies become even less perfect...guaranteed.
Make no mistake...I would not be caught dead in a bikini because it offends my own sensibilities (mature rolls of fat are not attractive:) but shorts or a nice camouflaging suit on my less than stellar body works just fine for me.
Now, if Mr. 70+ No Shirt were out on the front lawn in a speedo I might have to purge my mind (unless he was still fit;) but really, that's my issue ~ it's not going to change the way he feels comfortable dressing.
We all have different thresholds. Seriously, I can't handle looking at Jack LaLaine in that creepy jumpsuit....Nancy:)
Hi Danielle:)
Dang it all Nancy! Now the next time I see my neighbor out without a shirt I'm going to picture him in a speedo...and not the baggie down to his knees, crack revealing shorts! LOL Oh, and I forgot the black socks and sandals on his feet:)
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