Get your mind out of the gutter, you ne’er-do-wells!
Not Hot Sex, which is nice, but Hot Sox.
Sorry, Bombas socks, I found a new friend. I’m kicking you to the curb. You have a fine fit and feel good but dang it you cost too much. And your colors are limiting my need for expression.
I’m on to my new love, yes Hot Sox.
Can’t get enough.
(Get the 'Possum ones! Adorable!)
I cannot deal with sox, nor socks, whether hot, warm, or cold. Too much of a PITA to put on. And I don’t have an Ivy to help.
So, I’m barefoot indoors, barefoot outdoors around the house, and when going out, slip into some sandals. In the winter? Major PITA! I slip into some loosely tied sneakers, which are much harder to put on and take off than the sandals. Next winter I’m trying on some stretchy loafers which should be easier to deal with. But socks? Never! That’s for working wusses who also put on suits and ties!
Dude. Get you some crocs. You’ll never be the same. Kick those tennis shoes. Ain’t worth the trouble.
And if you get cool tootsies they have crocs with a lining for winter.
I’d rather be barefoot myself. But my feet get cold at dialysis. So I like cute comfy socks.
After the recent impaled toe incident I’ve got the whole bunch hollering for me to put shoes on.
And, sir, Ivy would never bend down to put socks on me. Heh 
Its beneath her.
I share this sentiment. I only put on shoes for hiking.* Yeah, people look at me like I am crazy.
* and dates, but since my divorce I have not been motivated to date.
I realize its different where you are, do you go inside shops, cafes and offices barefoot?
Yes I do. I used to go to work barefoot, in an office.
So much so, that on international Suit Up Day my colleagues were almost as impressed with my suit as the fact I was wearing shoes with it.
I work in IT, my clients only ever see head and shoulders views of me.
I prefer to be barefoot when I can. I bow to societal pressure and weather, but around the house, including outside, no shoes or socks unless absolutely necessary. Even on crushed rock, which is uncomfortable, but if I can save a minute by not putting on shoes, I’ll deal with it.
For a couple of days after we’ve mopped the hardwood I’ll wear socks inside to prevent footprints. Then I get annoyed by them.
I did once try to run out to my car in shorts and barefoot in nine inches of snow. That didn’t go very well.
Oh good. Now I’m picturing you with no pants, sitting there.
I’ll never look at people across the counter ever again!
Thx. 