This weekend the boyfriend and I went down
to one of beaches in the city. Now if
your familiar with Chicago you may know that not all the beaches have
sand. The one we stopped at just had a
big slab of cement that you could jump off of into the water and there were
ladders that you could use to climb out of the water. Well we grab our cooler and walk down we see someone
swimming and don’t think much about it until he climbs out of the water in his underwear
and walks to his stuff. I’m thinking why
the hell are you wearing white underwear when you went swimming. You should have kept your shorts on because
no one wants to see your junk. Then he
proceeds to ask us if we have a cigarette.
Really dude I really don’t want to be talking to you while you’re in
your wet tightie whities. Se we walk a
little way down from him and we get settled and I happen to glance down to see
if we can see the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier and all I saw was his naked
butt. It’s not like this guy was some Greek
god or even semi good looking. So keep
your shorts on while swimming.
My head is still shaking in disbelief of
the whole incident.
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