I don't care for New Year's Resolutions. They seem like opportunities to disappoint oneself. If I'm going to enact change in my life, I'm going to do it throughout the year and not in one grand statement per annum, thank you.
But if I do make a New Year's Resolution, I try to make it fun. Usually it involves sex or going on vacation or having friends over more often. It never involves weight loss or quitting things that are fun. You get the gist.
So this year my resolution is to go to bed naked every night.
(Sorry mom and dad. And apologies to my son who may google my name someday and find this. I tried to warn you. See? You should listen to your mother.)
Anyway, if you're naked fun things are more likely to happen. Clothes get in the way. They communicate distance or at least offer a bit of a challenge. Going to bed naked every night is an invitation. An open door. The gateway to Sexy Town.
Just kidding. I would never say "Sexy Town." Well, not without laughing.
However, even if it doesn't lead to sex, naked skin leads to more direct contact. Skin on skin contact. I think humans never lose that infantile need to have skin on skin contact. We need it to thrive. All of us. The warmth of skin is healing. The warmth of skin can save lives. If you're freezing to death, you're supposed to strip down naked and get into a sleeping bag together. Or something like that. I read it somewhere, once upon a time. It's the kind of folk knowledge that comes from living in Michigan and other cold places.
It's also 12 degrees here on this New Year's Day. The cat won't get off me. I'm wrapped in a fuzzy blanket and wearing a turtleneck. I've got the thermostat cranked up to 72 but still I feel a draft. Seems like just the right time of year to make a resolution to get under the covers each night without a stitch of clothing.
I've never really been a fan of pajamas anyway. They're so fussy. They get in the way. Seems like we were made naked and we should be naked more often. Give your skin a chance to breathe. Maybe rub up against the naked skin of whoever is in your bed. Yes. I'd say let's have more of that this year.
I would totally do this, but for some reason I end up getting all sweaty and not in a good way. That's just "bad naked" in Sexy Town.
ReplyDelete"Bad Naked in Sexy Town" needs to be a movie.
DeleteWell, I was thinking of resolving to just live in sweatpants and fleece tops 24 hours a day. Especially since it's getting down waaay below zero every night and even my pajamas are cold when I first put them on. But I do like the skin-to-skin contact idea. Hmmm.
ReplyDeleteAnd in the words of my sister, sleeping naked allows you to "air out." She's all class...
ReplyDeleteI like your sister.
DeleteThat was the way I slept in summer when we lived in Argentina.
ReplyDeleteHere in the US, the a.c makes night nakedness a big chilly and I end up dreaming I am looking for a coat or something.
Now I am suddenly alone in my bed and the more pajamas and the more blankets I can get is good .. I go to bed with socks on too... those come off, magically in the night but when I get into bed, there is very little skin showing :)
I can't sleep with socks on. Just can't.
DeleteMy first comment was going to be Mandy? Did you color your hair? But I'll skip that and get to the other stuff:
ReplyDeleteBeing something of an oinker, I read this because it had the word 'nude' in the title. Which leads me to my third (and final) comment. Being in advertising, I hope you appreciate it.
Men: as predictable as sunrise since 3318 BC.
Haha. You got that right.
DeleteNudity in the sack isn't such a bad thing. If Sexy Town gets more visits, it makes for a better attitude. Everybody wins!
ReplyDeleteOMG I hope "Sexy Town" doesn't become a thing on my blog.
DeleteHaha. Great resolution! Another benefit is LESS laundry! :o)
ReplyDeleteLess laundry? I hadn't even thought of that!
DeleteI think your new year's resolution will probably work like a charm. You sound like a fun and happy person. I need more people in my life who sleep naked and are fun, happy people. We're expecting it to be 7 degrees here tomorrow. I can't recall the last time I lived anywhere that the temperature could drop to 7. To me 7 is a number on a quarterback's jersey, not a temperature. When it was 20 my car door barely unlocked, but the car started just fine once I got in. It remains to be seen whether or not I can get into my car tomorrow when it's 7 degrees. It seems to me that when the temperature is 7 it should automatically mean all work is cancelled and we get to stay home.
ReplyDeleteI think you need to write a book entitled "Sexy Town." You may laugh, but I'll bet it'll sell like mad.
I think that would be false advertising. How about, "Unsexy Town?"
DeleteI used to sleep naked when I lived alone. I miss that.
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