I don’t know why, but washing, drying and folding…the whole process has always been something I’ve enjoyed.
Yesterday it was socks and underwear and as I was tidying up the drawer before putting it all away…..I found them.
My special occasion underwear.
You know what I’m talking about. That pair of underwear you reserve for “special” occasions? The ones that look great on, and even better off.
Odds are, they’re little more expensive than the everyday workforce hanging out in your drawer, and when you put them on you‘re not sure if they feel better because you don‘t wear them that often, or because you can‘t wait for him to see them….however briefly.
My “special occasion” underwear are pretty cool. I bought them on a trip to Calgary a few years ago, (btw…if you’re in the States and you’re gay? Canada has some of the coolest fashion you won’t find at home, so make a mental note)…anyway, mine are baby blue with darker blue piping and white racing stripes on the side --trust me, they’re hot.
I used to have several pairs on standby. All different styles, fun, and of course, sexy. But when I found my baby, my Doug….. I stopped buying them…..and eventually stopped wearing them altogether. I don’t know why for sure, but I suppose it’s because I didn’t think I had to impress him, or win him over with their magical powers anymore.
That’s why I decided to wear them today…….for tonight…..and you know what?
The old excitement I felt before, is nothing compared to what I feel now….and what he’s going to feel tonight.