Thursday, September 20, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Shirtless for inspection
Greeting service people in my bare chest is getting to be habitual.
I recently gave notice to the management of my apartment building that I intend to vacate by the end of the month. (I'm moving to a bigger, nicer unit in a more upscale area - for less rent, to boot. It's an opportunity that sort of fell into my lap, and I can't pass it up.) They told me that a pest inspector and a maintenance engineer would be stopping by some time this week to make sure I haven't destroyed the place and don't have an infestation.
The bug guy was the first to show up this morning, while I was in nothing but my gym shorts. He was ever-so-slightly chubby, but cute and friendly, with a hint of chest hair showing over the top of his collar - I certainly wouldn't have minded seeing him shirtless.
This afternoon the building guy knocked on the door; when I opened it he actually took a step or two back, wide-eyed at the sight of my dishabille. He came in and did his inspection lickety-split - he was clearly nervous and uncomfortable. I don't know for sure that it was because I wasn't wearing a shirt; it might have had to do with the little hints around my place that I'm gay, such as the prominently-displayed photo of me & my boyfriend, and my Queer as Folk DVDs - he was from a culture that is traditionally very conservative.
In any event, they both gave my apartment a clean bill of health, so that's what matters.
I recently gave notice to the management of my apartment building that I intend to vacate by the end of the month. (I'm moving to a bigger, nicer unit in a more upscale area - for less rent, to boot. It's an opportunity that sort of fell into my lap, and I can't pass it up.) They told me that a pest inspector and a maintenance engineer would be stopping by some time this week to make sure I haven't destroyed the place and don't have an infestation.
The bug guy was the first to show up this morning, while I was in nothing but my gym shorts. He was ever-so-slightly chubby, but cute and friendly, with a hint of chest hair showing over the top of his collar - I certainly wouldn't have minded seeing him shirtless.
This afternoon the building guy knocked on the door; when I opened it he actually took a step or two back, wide-eyed at the sight of my dishabille. He came in and did his inspection lickety-split - he was clearly nervous and uncomfortable. I don't know for sure that it was because I wasn't wearing a shirt; it might have had to do with the little hints around my place that I'm gay, such as the prominently-displayed photo of me & my boyfriend, and my Queer as Folk DVDs - he was from a culture that is traditionally very conservative.
In any event, they both gave my apartment a clean bill of health, so that's what matters.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Accepting delivery shirtless
Last week I sent my room-size rug out to be cleaned, and this morning the company returned it. I had to get up early to accept delivery during the 8:00 - 10:00 window they gave me, and I wasn't about to get dressed at that hour. (Actually, I sleep and live in the nude, but I did throw on a pair of sweat pants). The workmen arrived at 9:30, and I greeted them in my bare chest and bare feet. There was a time not too long ago that would have been unthinkable, but I'm much more confident nowadays. I ushered them in, and they helped me move some furniture and lay out my newly clean rug.
Of the two of them, one was more reserved and went about his business with nary any eye contact. The other was more affable - he smiled, introduced himself, shook my hand, and made pleasant conversation. I might be imagining things, but I suspect he enjoyed seeing me shirtless, or at least it put him more at ease. I tipped them generously and sent them on their way, enjoying a minor sense of accomplishment. For a former shirtless-phobe like me, it felt great letting strangers see my naked torso, even if it was only in my own home.
Of the two of them, one was more reserved and went about his business with nary any eye contact. The other was more affable - he smiled, introduced himself, shook my hand, and made pleasant conversation. I might be imagining things, but I suspect he enjoyed seeing me shirtless, or at least it put him more at ease. I tipped them generously and sent them on their way, enjoying a minor sense of accomplishment. For a former shirtless-phobe like me, it felt great letting strangers see my naked torso, even if it was only in my own home.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
New "before" pic
Here's a better picture of my current physique, taken by my boyfriend a few days ago. Not TOO too bad, I guess - there might actually be some improvement since the last self-pic I posted - but it's still not nearly as lean as I like to be. Gotta keep pluggin' away...
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