You Show Me Yours, I’ll Show You Mine

Ah … and what might that be? For now, my new mid-size rucksack. Cute, ain’t it? (Some are into shoes; I’m into bags.)  [image error]

Partially clad [young] beauties roll into my FB page on a regular basis. Some are friends of friends (hmmm, maybe some housecleaning’s in order). Super nice bods. Worthy-of-envy bods.

I’m not sure I get the need to regularly bare [almost] all, but hey, if ya got it, flaunt it (or something like that).

That got me to thinking about l’il ol’ me … whose happily still l’il but gaining on the ‘ol. While I’ll share the odd personal post, I do draw the line at revealing too much. Emphasis on the “revealing”.

I may have issues with my age (given a number of years were surrendered to mom-care), but I don’t re my bod. It’s as good  (!) as any of those belonging to the aforementioned beauties. So, I’m thinkin’, ya know, maybe I’ll do a bod shot—in red lace. Or blue. Ooh, maybe tiger-print!

I’m not scared to bare my soul; I shouldn’t be scared to bare my bod (tastefully, of course). Let me digest that a wee while. … Yeah, I may just show you mine.