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It's a gorgeous day today, the first one in a while. Bright sunshine, no clouds. A little humid, but I don't care. I want to go lounge by the pool, read a little, and be a bum this last day of my vacation.
While preparing for this event, I was struck by an odd thought. When a man is preparing to go swimming, his biggest concern is usually locating his trunks. Occasionally, he worries how silly he looks with his farmer's tan, or if his back hair needs grooming.
But why is it that when a woman is asked to go swimming, her first thought is "When did I last shave me legs?" There is way too much preparation involved in such a simple, pleasurable experience. Sometimes it feels simpler to just go swimming in sweat pants and a T-shirt...
While preparing for this event, I was struck by an odd thought. When a man is preparing to go swimming, his biggest concern is usually locating his trunks. Occasionally, he worries how silly he looks with his farmer's tan, or if his back hair needs grooming.
But why is it that when a woman is asked to go swimming, her first thought is "When did I last shave me legs?" There is way too much preparation involved in such a simple, pleasurable experience. Sometimes it feels simpler to just go swimming in sweat pants and a T-shirt...