One of the joys of living alone is that after a nice bath, I put on a pair of panties and warm fleece pants. That’s it. I run around the house topless with wet hair (I’ll catch a cold, I know) and finish the laundry, clean the kitchen, and so on. Naturally I pause to dance when a favorite song comes on.
If I lived with someone… no wait. I’d still run around topless. In even less if so ordered. Yep. Totally would.