I wrote this a long time ago, and recently discovered it saved on my pc, but I don’t think I’ve ever posted it up. Anyways, I thought it was a pretty good read, so here it is:
..or so I’ve heard.. or was it saggy tits?
Anyways, the other day I was at La Senza because it was a ‘super sale’ and I thought ‘I should get some bras just in case I decide to cross dress one day!’– no not really, you know how sales draw girls to shops like light draws moths to fire. Raelene wanted to buy some lingerie (why is it not pronounced lingerie anyway?!) because it was a sale (yes, girls buy stuff just cos they’re cheap even though they’re unnecessary). And she loves that shop anyway, we almost always go in all the time.
So while she was in the changing room, I was just standing next to the huge model with big boobs (are those real?) observing everybody else. There were a total of two other guys in the shop. And they were following around their shopping partners, checking out the lingerie. You know that couples all do the same things? They point at the outrageous looking lingerie (suggestive, and bordering on S&M) and they look at each other, and then they giggle. Then the guy probably says ‘Why would anyone want to wear that?!’ and the girl will laugh. And he’ll say ‘would you wear that?’ and she’ll say something along the lines of ‘only for you’ and they’ll both giggle like school kids. I know they do that. We do it too 🙂
So I was just observing people from where I stood. What goes through the mind of girl as she picks up and scrutinizes every piece of underwear? What does she think about as she runs her fingers across the texture of the bra? Or when she lifts the panties up to the light to see through the lace? What does she think about?
“Would this look sexy on me?”
“Am I getting laid tonight?”
“Does this make me look fat?”
“If I put this on, will it give me confidence?”
“Will this accentuate my curves?”
“What outfit do I have that matches this?”
“How much is it?”
“Does this scream ‘WHORE!’?”
I really don’t know. On the other hand, I couldn’t care less about my own underwear. Hell, I’m not even afraid to admit that my mom buys my boxers for me. To me they’re just a thin pair of shorts to protect my dragon (why are guys so egoistical about their penises?) from the ferocious teeth of my zipper. And to protect my pants whenever I fart. And I’m glad we don’t have to go shopping for bras :p
I guess to girls, underwear gives a whole different meaning. To them it’s probably a totally different world.
