Behind Closed Doors: Bare Boys For Breakfast

Upon realizing we knew so little boys in our ward, we decided this semester to enact "Boys for Breakfast" every Sunday this semester. So today we trudged over to the boy's apartments, wholly unsuspecting of the treat waiting for us.

We knocked on the door.

And waited.

Laughing slightly, we all called out , "Hellooo!" and in reply, the door slowly opened several inches with no one seemingly behind it.

Then, a tousled head of brown hair gradually came into view. Following slowly, was a rueful grin....and a naked bare shoulder and glimpse of unclothed chest.

We stood there in silence, unsure if we should avert our gaze or continue staring. After a few seconds, we all started giggling. High pitched, nervous giggling. Thankfully, Sadie got it under control and managed to invite him and his roommates for breakfast.

I could barely look at him. Having grown up with brothers and been on a swim team for years, I've grown accustomed to the ease which boys parade about shirtless. But his strange twisted posture, and hints of his state of dress (or lack thereof) forced the idea of him being more than shirtless.

We didn't even make it out of the lobby before laughing hysterically. Poor kid.

Breakfast will be interesting.

Moral(s) of The Story 

Make sure you are properly dressed before answering the door. 

The idea of people in their underwear is not a confidence inspiring image. 

Giggling is freeing. 

-ANNALEE 

*Kudos to SARAH MUMFORD for the title.