To pretty underwear.
There's this saying that if you get a girl home and things get hot and heavy and you get her clothes off... if her bra and her panties match, you weren't the one to decide that you were going to have sex that night.
At this point in my quest to be the owner of all the pretty underwear and bras, I look like I decided to have sex every night of the week. Like, if a guy got me down to my skivvies I would hope that he wouldn't think that was an automatic indication that I'm cool with going all the way. You know like we are making out and the shirt come off cool and then he somehow gets in my pants (I really have no clue how this comes about because the last time I was at that point my brain was jumping up and down shouting "Yippie!" that absolutely NO thought was happening. No observing of the course of events just feeling.) and he sees that the rug matches the curtains (Yes, I KNOW that is not the actual meaning for that) and figures "Oh hey well it's been decided. We're getting laid!"
It started innocently enough. I was transitioning out of sports bras and trying to find something girly. I wear a uniform at work that makes me look like everyone else (at least that's the point they tell me cause I damn sure don't look like anyone else) so I wanted to look pretty under it. And OMG! Thanks the the lovely sales at Lane Bryant and the Avenue and those very evil people giving me an ever increasing line of credit, my collection has quickly become an obsession. Counting the bra I am currently wearing... I have 25. (Not nearly enough in my opinion.) and so many pairs of undies that the collection has officially rolled over into TWO dresser drawers.
And I don't want help with this obsession. My mom took over my \Avenue card which honestly is okay by me because I don't much like their bras. I really only use the Avenue for pretty underwear and my jeans when I decide I need a new pair once a year. But oh boy! My Lane Bryant!! Love love LOVE!!!
I guess the most awesome thing about this is, I don't do it for anyone but myself. I don't actually care if a boy sees me in my matching skivvies. They're to make me feel pretty. Not for him to notice.
Sigh. Have the big girls awards ceremony tonight. Hope she wins! Toodles. May or may not see you later. Either way, my blog for the day is official!
