Saturday, August 7, 2010
No Sweat
So, I'm at a party the other night. It's wild, it's crazy -- you know, the kind of parties I go to. If you don't know: wild and crazy.
I needed a break because when I go to these parties I'm socializing like there's no tomorrow. So, I sit down on a sofa. After a few moments of charming some of the ladies sitting around me on the couch, I begin trying to wrap my head around what feels like an uncomfortable sensation on my arm. I realize the back of my arm, the part touching the back of the sofa, is cooler -- no, wetter -- than the rest of my body. At that point, I press my hand against the sofa to feel that the material is, rather than dry and sanitary, wet and unsanitary.
Then, my eye was drawn to the back -- the soaking wet back -- of a gentleman whose seat I took, as he gleefully tried to charm a female, completely unaware of his physical condition. Through multiple sections of his his "summer shirt" one could see the dark and unmistakable presence of a healthy (unhealthy) amount of perspiration -- both posterior and sub-breastal.
I'm not against sweat and whatnot. I just think we should implement the same policy we have with going to campgrounds/campsites: take out what you bring in. Nobody enjoys your sweat-gland secretions nearly as much as you do, dude.
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