You know how, on Facebook and Twitter and Instagram, they have Throwback Thursday, where you post your “blast from the past” photos? FetLife, not to be undone, has their unofficial “Topless Tuesday.” (They also have No-Pants Friday, but that one isn’t as alliteratively pleasing.) So, some women post their boobies, and the occasional man will post a ripped chest.
But for me, Topless Tuesday has a completely different meaning. It is a Tuesday without Steve. And it sucks.
I am busy today. I have work to do. It’s in the 90s outside and I am blissfully comfortable inside in the AC. But I am restless and sad and feeling needy. I am missing my weekly fix.
About a half-hour ago, I was struck with a mischievous impulse. He’s out in the middle of nowhere somewhere in Utah or Nevada or wherever the hell his Harley has taken him today, and I don’t know what kind of reception he has, but I figured sooner or later he’d be in a place where texts would come through. So, I texted him this:
“Since I’m having a Topless Tuesday, I figured I might as well dress the part.”
And I attached this:
What? I figured that was fitting — I’m Topless, and I’m topless. Makes sense to me.
If he doesn’t like it, he can always spank me for it. Oh wait, he can’t. Because he’s TOO DAMN FAR AWAY! 😉