I know many gay men don’t find guys with red hair appealing, but I sure do. There’s something about a “fire crotch” that gets my juices flowing. I’ve had a few red-haired guys in my time, and never once regretted the encounters. I mean, would you pass up a date with Mr. Boxers Shorts to the left here? Of course not. 😉
I’m home from the Italian restaurant, and the time’s close to ten PM. I had a great meal, and I brought leftovers home for another meal. My friend and I yakked on about law and about hiking in grizzly bear country. (I’m not lying.)
I’m posting again tonight because there will be no time for posting tomorrow. First thing in the morning, I’ll jump into the Element and drive northward to pick my boat and trailer up from the Suzuki dealer. A nice young man will assist me in getting the boat back into the water and into my marina slip. Then we’ll take my trailer back to where I store it.
Okay, all of that sounds like a pain in the ass, but I’ll pass a lot of pretty scenery along the way, and the weather’s supposed to be nice–70 degrees and sunny. 🙂
So, I’ll wrap up this post and get my rear end into bed with my John Irving novel. Have a great Thursday, friends.