I’m not wearing any socks today.
I don’t particularly remember how I got out the door without them, but I just sort of realized that I was sans-footies a minute ago.
I wish I could say that there was some sort of naughty or indecent subtext to all of this - Me, sitting at my desk - trying to maintain a professional demeanor whilst the cool air of early march tickles my naked ankles.. my exposed toes secretly curling.. the shivering sensation of danger, accented by the fear that my indecent secret could be exposed at any moment ...
I don’t particularly remember how I got out the door without them, but I just sort of realized that I was sans-footies a minute ago.
I wish I could say that there was some sort of naughty or indecent subtext to all of this - Me, sitting at my desk - trying to maintain a professional demeanor whilst the cool air of early march tickles my naked ankles.. my exposed toes secretly curling.. the shivering sensation of danger, accented by the fear that my indecent secret could be exposed at any moment ...
- but I’m a guy.