I was thinking about our beach vacation today as I was getting ready for the gym. Checking out my behind in the mirror as I can't believe the wonders that Lululemon pants do for your average backside. While doing this I got a wicked flashback of a couple of unwelcome scenes on the beach at Negril.
We were staying at a family resort and I suppose that the beach is technically public. One morning as I was settling with Giselle under our hut, I noticed 2 older very tanned guys strolling along the beach in our direction. By older, I mean obviously well into their 60's or 70's, both wearing G-strings that left very little to the imagination. At the time, I thought it more hilarious to watch other people's reactions to this couple. I'm not a prude, but I was glad that Liam wasn't around so I didn't have to explain why these guys would feel the need to expose themselves in that way.
A few days later I noticed another older couple walking toward us on the beach, one male and one female. This time the man was in full swim trunks, and the woman looked like she was in a normal bikini but then as she walked past I noticed it was another G-string. Now I'm all about freedom of expression and that, and her body wasn't too bad I suppose, for her age. But if you're going to wear that, then make sure your hair and upper look is from this decade! Her head didn't match --- it was like seeing one of my mom's best friends or June Cleaver wearing a G-string. It's not like she was Goldie Hawn or Cher ... that I could probably have handled.
Why did they feel the need to share? Why couldn't they have been GQ type bods - even if they'd been gay I wouldn't have minded the eye-candy. G-strings are also so uncomfortable (my only first-hand experience being for gymwear only - nasty pantylines don't cut it).
So I was chatting away to Ian about this, then I felt guilty, I mean, it is only the human body. We'll all look like that eventually (ugh). I asked him if I was evil. He agreed, saying that I'm rotten to the core.