Bad Pool Boy

It's in the sixties outside. Every night, it's getting cooler and cooler. No way around it, it's Fall. Funny that when it was Summer, this year I never made it to a pool. Come to think of it, I don't really do pools (like Big, who loves his pool) because I don't really find them fun. The splashing around is not really fun to me. Also, here in the Midwest, having a pool is kind of an exercise in frustration: you can literally use a pool between June and August. Before that, it's way too chilly and after that it's way too windy. Besides, I don't know anybody who's got a private pool. Well, the neighbors do have one but just like their French Bulldogs, I have only seen it from far and that's the way I like it. They're Republicans, you know.

I am getting ready to go back inside. I'm going to miss the warm weather. Not the bugs, mind you, but the warm weather I'll miss. And to think that this year I only went to the beach twice: once to the Hollywood beach and once to the Illinois State Park beach. It was really not like last year, when I got to lose that patchy look that you get when you walk around in Chucks and shorts and you get three shades when you undress: your feet are one color, your thighs are another color and your torso is another color. Kind like an urban farmer's tan. I did do some walking and picnic days along the lakeshore but those are different days. I like the days when you just kind of lay on the sand in a square cut and ... chill. 

I've given into the whole Fall thing, though. Maddie is doing her mood boards and she's getting me into the Fall spirit. It's going to be Halloween in literally twelve days and then it's all downhill from there. I even saw Xmas stuff at the Homo Depot. Ugh. We are not even done with Thanksgiving and there's gonna be Xmas music everywhere soon. 

XOXO

P.S. dadbods are hawt.