Greet the day

You shovel cornflakes down, ignoring your mother asking what the hurry is, and leave the house, stepping into a wonderfully sunny, warm day. The sort of day that builders work without shirts. The sort of day that office workers sun-bathe in the park. The sort of day that could be spent at the open air swimming pool. You feel like cruising and ogling, and you still have that bet on with James, your current fuckbuddy, about who can be the first to seduce a married man. You feel like today might be your lucky day.