Dare to Go Bare?
Ahhhh. Vancouver, BC's infamous nude beach. So conveniently accessible. Know why I'm not interested in going? No, I don't either. It just isn't on my priorities list.
Perhaps I should reconsider. I'm not fit any more, but I'm not that bad, either. I'm a single, 40-year-old fella. And it's summer. Why shouldn't I want to go? (This is a rhetorical question -- you don't have to answer).
You know what's going to happen? Now that I've created the category, even went to the trouble of finding an icon for it, and made its debut entry, the seed will probably germinate in my head, and before the month's up I'll have spent a day baring it all, down below UBC campus (where else would you expect a nude beach to be so popular? Never mind -- another rhetorical question). I'm not asking anyone to look, you'll be pleased to know. I'm just saying what will probably take place. Why do we do this to ourselves? Right, yet another rhetorical question.