The only one shirtless

Every Sunday night, my sometime-kinda-sorta-pseudo boyfriend (it's a long story) has a few people over to watch True Blood.  I don't really follow the show, but I'm more than happy to spend time with SKSPB and our mutual friends.  So I went over to his place early in the evening, the two of us went out for dinner, and upon returning to his place I changed into a pair of gym shorts - and nothing else.  Even after our buds arrived I didn't put a shirt on, and remained the only shirtless one among shirted company.  No one said a word, but I didn't expect them to - they're among my closest, most trusted friends.  It would have been nice if they had joined me in hanging out sans shirts, but it didn't happen.  And I even kept my shirt off for the drive home (the only reason I didn't stay the night is because I had a dental appointment early this morning).