Getting Something Off My Chest
I've had a bird chest for, oh, my whole life. Those who are able to go bare-chested in public captivate me (exponentially more so for women). From the high school locker room to I-can't-believe-she-married-me present day, I was clearly not living to my fullest potential.
I embraced machismo recently and drove around town without wearing a shirt. I realize that this may not be a big deal to most people, but for a guy who rarely takes off his T-shirt at the beach, this act of freedom was a huge leap forward. Plus, it's been unbearably hot outside, so off it went.