Leaving the Club...
Maybe it's just me, but as soon as I'm inside the gate of the club I can't get out of my clothes fast enough and at the end on the day I just despise have to get dressed...usually just throw on some shorts and leaving my button down shirt open with topsiders on my feet...I've noticed others when departing go the whole nine...socks, tennis shoes, t-shirt then a collared shirt...that would just kill me...so I'm a freak, right?
Maybe it's just me, but as soon as I'm inside the gate of the club I can't get out of my clothes fast enough and at the end on the day I just despise have to get dressed...usually just throw on some shorts and leaving my button down shirt open with topsiders on my feet...I've noticed others when departing go the whole nine...socks, tennis shoes, t-shirt then a collared shirt...that would just kill me...so I'm a freak, right?
It's not just you, lol! I'm the same way at home...throwing clothes off as soon as the door shuts. I do get depressed putting the clothes back on to go home, though.
Nope, you're not a freak! The secondwe drive through the gate at any resort/club we've been to, my clothes come off and they go back on at the end of the visit with me kicking and screaming all the way! And that's just putting on a loose fitting sundress and sandals. Oh! Thejoy of being nude/the agony of those restraints they call clothes!
Jen