growler_south

We used to have Oil Night at Grandma's, Salt Lake's first leather bar. With their first drink, we'd offer a baby oil rubdown if they'd take off their shirt. One regular loved the attention, so we always had someone to break the ice. In no time, the bar was full of shirtless, glistening men. You're right, being skin-to-skin relaxes folk, even in uptight Utah.