It’s suddenly gotten so hot. if you’re one of those guys whose summer clothes have suddenly become a little or much too tight over the course of the year: Go buy some comfortable shorts, but I’d still love to see you in your shirt. In your tight shirt that barely fits over your growing round belly. Or in your shirt that’s still comfortably loose, but has somehow gotten a little short over the last few months. For me, every summer day is more beautiful with a cute belly peek in my sight. When your round belly slips out of your shirt because you’re lifting something over your head, because you’re raising your hand to wave at me, because your belly wiggles so much as you walk past me that your shirt starts to move. Oh boy, don’t blush—I really, really like it. Okay, if you’ll let me, I’d like to run my hand briefly over your fluffy gut, because it’s so soft and round right where it’s peeking out from under your shirt. I’ll have a hard time keeping my fingers to myself, please don’t make me. When you’re sitting across from me and your shirt rides up as you sit, revealing that cute little strip of belly fat, while you’re gesturing animatedly as you tell me about your favorite things—I might get a little distracted, but only because you’re even hotter to me then than before. Here’s to a wonderful fatboy summer!