Honestly, this has never happened to me, but I can understand where you're coming from. I have the opposite problem: I usually roll with guys who insist on wearing a shirt when they go to bed. Instead of catching Zs, we're bickering about him decked out in an old shirt he got at Warped Tour in 2003. FUCK THAT NOISE! Pop that shit off, homie.
So it’s Sunday. We slept in. We decide to have brunch with friends. We throw some clothes on, nothing fancy. You put on a white wifebeater. I wait for you to throw a t-shirt on over it, but apparently you have finished assembling your outfit.
This isn't even a post about wearing socks with flip flops!
Listen dude, you’re cute and all, but no guy is that cute. You’re not exactly the tanned, super muscular man that was modeling that tank top on the package from Target. And even if you were, it would still be embarrassing (your unfinished upper arm tattoos and farmer’s tan aren't helping your case either).
“But it’s comfortable, who cares?" you say. I care. How the hell am I supposed to walk around with the guy wearing the tank top. Your toxic combo of armpit hair and an unnecessary amount of skin showing is going to make a lot of people uncomfortable. There will be families where we’re going for Christ’s sake. No one needs to see that much man-shoulder.
If I wanted to spend the day with Kid Rock or one of the guys from Jersey Shore, I would have said so. I’m embarrassed that this is a normal shirt for you when I’m not around. For now, can you just put on something with sleeves so we can get on with our day.
We should get together and write a song about dudes in shirts. We'll call it "Shirt Shit."