What you wear down there
I am not the kind of girl that wears frilly underwear. And I hate shopping for underwear - mostly because anything cute is ruined by the thong thing. (I could go on forever about how I hate thong underwear. I just don’t get it. I’ve heard the argument that you get used to wearing them or that it lessens the visible panty lines and what have you. If you’re so worried about panty lines, go commando already.) So I always end up with black cotton undies. Not grandma cotton undies, mind you, but pretty boring. (Oh and I hate the word panty or panties, so I say undies. In case you were wondering.)
But every once in awhile, I come across frilly undies that I can live with. Usually, they are the boy short kind, but with some sort of lacy details or what have you. I just picked up some really cute ones the other day. And I don’t know about you, but when I wear my cute undies, I totally feel sexier. Because even if no one knows you are wearing them, you do.
Last night I made the executive decision to wear a pair of cute undies. I needed to have a bit of a sexy swagger to do my costume, so it was natural to wear lacy black ones. And when I woke up this morning in Ryan’s bed, I was really glad I wore the cute ones. Because no boy should have to see a girl in her normal boring undies.
