I’m running low on undies (some get worn out or have taken one for the team riding the crimson tide) so I picked up some new ones from Joe Boxer yesterday. The only ones in my size were Day of the Week panties.
Not just any Day of the Week undies. Monday is Manicure Monday. Tuesday is Talk to Me Tuesday. Wednesday is Work it Out Wednesday (complete with little barbells). Thursday is Take Me Out Thursday. Friday is Flirty Friday. And Saturday is Shop All Day Saturday. And as When Harry Met Sally made clear, there’s no Sunday.
I’m in over my head. What do I do on Sundays? If anyone ever sees these undies, do I get to pass them off as ironic or am I wearing little girl panties in the eyes of everyone? And how many people reading this thread curled up and died over my flagrant use of the word PANTY?
If it were me, and someone had gotten to the point where you can see my underwear (or lack thereof), I don’t think either of us would be worried about what it looks like.
Walmart? ::sniff:: I only buy my undies at the most discerning of places. K-Mart or nothing for me, baby!
BigT, those gals in the locker room can be brutal when your underthings aren’t up to snuff. I’ve still got the bruises from the towel snaps to prove it.
Just remember, you’re now committed to wearing the underwear on the appropriate days. Wear Tuesday’s underwear on Wednesday, and partners will think you’re unclean.
Thanks, lindsaybluth. I’m not actually too worried about what the menfolk’ll think. Just messing around in the OP. Though I guess it might make good post coital conversation: “So…do you always wear the underwear on the right day?”
Rex Goliath, I was afraid of that! Day of the week undies. They’re like a cult.
