So ok… I’m white. Like REALLY white. We’re talking EL BLANCO. A ragin’ caucasian!
I’m practically pink.
My grandparents are from Italy but I have none of that stereotypical Italian-ness. No dark hair, no dark eyes, no dark complexion, no “Roman Nose” as it were.
Everyone who meets me always says “Italian? Are you sure? Not Irish or German?”
I can’t even grow decent facial hair.
So what does all this mean? I burn in the sun like a match. I have gotten Fire Engine Red sunburns in my day. Not many, but definitely a few, and some of minor burns over the years though most other times I use sunscreen. I even got a sunburn on my eye once!
I’m definitely NOT a Fake n Bake kinda guy lying in the “cancer bed”, nor do I use Spray On Tan (I dated a SOT woman years ago, that seemed so weird.)
Now not that I’m a self-hater (not for my color anyway) but in the summer I like to get some color. Mona went to the beach today. She’s naturally less of a pinky than I am. I need to catch up, though as I told her today, we’re all the same color when the light goes out.
So last Sunday was my friend “Bob”‘s kids’ birthday party at the lake near Bob’s house. So BOOM there’s my chance. Walk around with no shirt (can show off the muscles too) and at least start my tan.
I used Sunblock 30. I’m cautious about protecting my skin from skin cancer but figured I’d still get slightly red, beige… off-white? Slightly SOMETHING.
After the full day, you know what I got? I got STUGOTS, that’s what I got.
Damn Sunblock 30 is really good. I’m still pasty as ever. It was like I had a shirt on. I was probably bulletproof too.
Ugh. Ok this Sunday, Sunblock 15. It’s on.
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