I went to see Matt out in Hillsboro last night. I’d been at the Swift Migration earlier with everyone and then drove out to have dinner before he leaves for the weekend. Since I was at writing, and then the Swifts I wasn’t really thinking about being sexy.
So naturally I was wearing my ugly granny panties. You know, the ones you wear that make you look 10lbs heavier, they are plain white and the elastic is going and if you weren’t wearing pants, they’d probably just fall off…
Yeah, that’s what I was wearing. Being that I haven’t been dating for a couple of years, much less been in a position to need sexy panties AND I’ve been traveling – my feminine undergarments have been terribly neglected.
I was sitting across the table from Matt and we were talking about something and mid-sentence I remembered what underwear I was wearing and thought – “Oh. Shit. I can’t go home with him and have my way with his body before he leaves… because he’ll see my ugly panties.”
But having made the sudden realization that I couldn’t throw him down and attack his sexiness – I suddenly REALLY wanted him. The more he talked the more I wanted to kick myself for not thinking about having sexy undies even when I don’t think I need them. Damnit! Why wasn’t I wearing a thong???
I tried to pay attention to what he was saying but it was the only thing on my mind until I finally excused myself to the bathroom – took off my nasty granny-panties and threw them away in the trash. No panties are better than godawfulugly panties.
Then of course through the rest of dinner and talking I was hyper aware of not having shaved my legs AND not wearing underwear.
Therefore I have decided that while he is gone – I need to revamp my lingerie. Ladies, please don’t think I’m only doing this for a man. Truly, I do feel sexier and more confident when I know I’m wearing something lacy and red that no one else can see. Typically, I love to wear bold or cute underthings because it boosts my sense of power and how I relate to people – especially – strangely – men.
That being said, since I’ve been on the road I’ve been wearing athletic formless panties. Easy to pack and easy to wash and easy to toss when I grab a new bulk bag of briefs. The three cute pairs I have I bought for the mostly nude scenes in my movie earlier this summer.
Whether I end up staying with Matt for awhile, or parting ways – it’s pretty obvious that I’ve gotten to the stage in my growth phase that means – I need some panties. It might not seem like a big deal, but honestly, coming to the point where one realizes they’ve been living out of suitcases too long, and also realizes that it’s time to start being intimate – panties are a fairly decent indicator that things are evolving inside. Time to do some sexy shopping.
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