Getting out of a wet shirt

Last night I went out with my sometime-kinda-sorta-pseudo boyfriend (who at this point is pretty much just my boyfriend) to meet some people at a rooftop bar in the city.  It was a nice warm evening, and the place was packed with hotties.  Eight of us were crowded around a small table, and in my buzzed state I accidentally knocked over my friend's drink, soaking the front of my shirt.  My companions were encouraging me to take it off, but I didn't want to be the only one - the bartenders were shirtless (and rightly so, as buff as they were) but none of the customers were.  So I stayed in my wet shirt until my bf and I left, then removed it in the car for the ride home (bf was driving).

Now, my bf takes his shirt off every chance he gets, and tells anyone who will listen that it's a habit he learned from his dad, with whom he used to hang out bare-chested all the time.  But for some reason he seems to get uncomfortable when I do it.  He informed me we were more likely to get pulled over because I was shirtless, to which I replied "Then don't do anything to warrant getting pulled over."  When we arrived into my parking lot, he asked me to put my shirt on before walking in; when I pointed out that he habitually goes shirtless himself, he said "Well, I don't do it around your building."  I don't know what that had to do with anything, and I wouldn't complain about it even if he did, but I grudgingly complied with his request.