Surfing is not my strong point. And... I don't really have a tan. I go to the tanning place, the one that sprays you with color.
You might be a redneck if you consider a good tan to be the back of your neck and the left arm below the shirt sleeve.
It's a drag having to wear socks during matches, because the tan, like, stops at the ankles. I can never get my skin, like, color coordinated.
I don't like tan lines, and I work out a lot.
I can't tan naturally.
They built these little tanning booths for Brooke and I to do nothing but lay down and tan all over.
My legs are ice skaters' legs. No tan in sight.
There have been so many times where I thought I put on enough sunscreen but actually didn't. As a result, I'd get unbelievable tan lines. Of course in Florida it was expected, but now looking back at pictures, I think I spent an entire summer at the beach with my friends looking like a tomato. A bright shade of red.
