Every morning when I wake up, I'm half concious but I always have a common thought on my mind.

I sit up from the bed and sit there with the sheets draped over my underwear. Chris (my roomate) has seen me in my white Hanes Signature Collection many times, but somehow looking down at my extremely white legs with cute little blond hairs all over them, causes me to be self-concious.

Imagine that.

Guys who wear briefs (notice I am pushing down the urge to say "tighty whiteys") are a dying breed. Every year more and more guys switch to boxers, and the one's who don't want to go the whole way, boxer-briefs. Since I don't wear this kind of underwear to look good, It usually has a negative effect on the unknowing mishap who happens to see me in them. After I turn off the alarm, I make my way over to the other side of the room and put on my pants.

By the time I walk out of the apartment, I look a little bit better than when I didn't have my pants on.