As I write this, it is nearly 10:30 at night and I am looking across the way into the apartment of some other guy. He is standing at his window, without a shirt. And ladies, let me tell you…damn. It is taking everything in my power not to stare with my mouth agape and let the drool flow freely. I think he is washing dishes or cooking. Any man washing dishes or cooking without a shirt on immediately becomes my favorite man. And when he has a chest like the one I can kind of see from this distance, then he immediately becomes my favorite man ON.THE.PLANET.
I feel like I am on “Friends,” when they see “Ugly Naked Guy.” Except this guy is not ugly, well, from what I can see of his torso. And he’s probably not naked, either, because the window cuts off his lower half. What’s that saying about leaving more for the imagination?
That right there? That is my favorite window in Brazil.