In an open letter to the tanned, shirtless silver fox I saw on my lunch break,

“Sir, I have said this before, but I need to say it again; I am not used to this seasonal nudity. You, sir, almost caused me to walk right out into traffic with all your shirtlessness, and that tan, and those abs. You may just be a danger to innocent pedestrians. And, uh, can I come work out with you? You are doing something right….”