Hal sits at his desk, six am Sunday morning. He is attempting to start a new habit. Now in his forties he realizes that there have been some missed opportunities in life and some things he could have done different. Realizing this he has been listening to different books about habits and "Expanding" the mind.
The running theme seems to be that small habits can change the direction of things, so why not give it a shot. The first thing he added to his morning was a small exercise routine. Getting out of bed around 5am, first to the bathroom, then checks his weight and then stretches and breaths preparing to do just a few squats and push ups.
One of the things that seemed to stick with him was one trainer mentioning that you shouldn't do enough to get sore. The argument was that going to the point of getting sore would make you stop. It was better to do five push-ups everyday than ten every five days.
So after a month of this routine Hal is now doing stretches, twenty squats, and twenty push-ups with no soreness and increasing the numbers every few days. With this starting to be a habit he likes, it's time to maybe add another.
This is why Hal is sitting at his desk staring at a blank word processor screen. He has had thoughts of writing stories but never really tried to put anything to "paper". So, why not try to make a habit of writing something, at least a paragraph, every morning while drinking his coffee.
This task is easier thought or said than done. Now sitting at his desk looking at his computer, his mind is a blank. Looking at the keyboard and the screen it just doesn't seem to be working. Then an odd thought occurred to him.
He has been doing his new morning routine without getting dressed. It just seemed to be an unnecessary step in the order of things, since he lives alone and does the few exercises in his room. Would writing at his desk naked put him in a different mind set? Would it free him up to just type anything that popped into his head?
What the heck, Hal got up and took off his shirt tossed it on a chair across the room. Then his jeans and his boxer briefs. It was a bit freeing standing in this part of his apartment with nothing but his wool socks on. Hal thought he should keep the socks, hardwood floors are cold in New England in the winter.
Never having been overly happy with his dad bod, especially since he is not a dad, being naked even in his own place was something new to him. It was another one of the things he was trying to do more often to build confidence and comfort with himself.
Now free of clothes that may have been in the way of creativity, Hal went back to his desk chair and his blank screen. The leather seat of his chair was warm on his bare ass since he was sitting in it shortly before, but when his shirtless back grazed the seat back he felt the cold surface that made him sit straight up. Pulling in a deep breath at the surprise he lowered himself back into the chair to get as comfortable as he could.
Hal thought, Ok now... write. Just type anything, whatever comes to your mind. As his fingers hovered there over the keys time seemed to pause. He sat looking wondering what to write, amazed at the pressure of a blank page.
Sitting there naked in almost a frozen state he didn't hear the foot steps coming towards his apartment door. An apartment door that he never locked because he almost never got visitors, especially this early and especially visitors that didn't knock.
The person coming towards the door just walked right in and Hal didn't notice until it was too late. Standing there across the room was Amanda. The sexy, fun bartender and long time crush from last night. In his shock he grabbed anything he might be able to cover himself with but all he could find was a free sheet of printer paper.
Hal started to ask what she was doing there but Amanda made her way across the room much quicker than he expected. As she did she dropped her long bulky winter coat. The type of coat that made anyone look like the Michelin Man but with the design sense to have a faux fur collar.
To Hals amazement she was now standing in her full glory just inches from him. She did keep her almost knee high fur lined boots on, again it is winter in New England. Amanda looked Hal straight in the eyes and said. "If you aren't going to take any of the hints I was throwing out last night I am going to be as obvious as possible."
Unbelievable! She came to him. He had always had a thing for her but never thought it was reciprocal. She had this enchanting way about her. An ability to draw in almost every guy in her presence. She was pretty, but not on a magazine model way. Her 5ft 2in body was always fit but not overly sculpted. She knew her strongest physical asset was her large natural soft breasts. Never shying away from their mesmerizing power, she used them to her advantage when tending bar. Those tits made her quite a few extra tips.
Amanda was confident and fun and friendly. Her energy is what made her intoxicating. She also had no issue with talking about sex. There were nights her and Hal would close the bar together and get into long conversations about life and relationships. Mostly her experience in carnal relationships and his lack of relationships carnal or otherwise.
