Which is what I’m generally wearing when I’m on the Dope, come to think of it.
So, from here on out, you can have the pleasure of knowing that, when you read a post of mine, there’s a 90% or better chance that I was naked as I composed it. I’m certain that you’re all duly delighted by this news.
I do, however, feel badly for my future arguments, the merits of which will doubtless be more difficult for you to seriously consider. Ah well…the sacrifices we must endure.
I assume that Nava means she was wearing one of those “flesh” coloured bras, a sort of unpleasant beige with the first shirt, and almost anything is sexier than that!
I’m commando today, as every Friday. We’re business casual here during the week but Fridays we get to dress down, so I wear your basic boxers from Mon-Thur but Fridays I go commando with jeans. I could do it every day I guess, but something about no undies on casual day makes me feel good.
Ahem. You know how I mentioned that I was wearing sexy underwear because all my regular underwear was in the laundry? Well, the laundry didn’t get done. So today, I’m commando.
I don’t know about you, but I tighten my belt an extra notch when I’m going commando.
I’m wearing sheer white bikinis with lips and hearts printed on them. I’m wearing them b/c my boyfriend picked them out for me this morning…which I thought was kinda sexy, given the circumstances.
I hate sexy underwear. I hate underwear in general, but I especially hate sexy underwear. I have…two thongs, for “special occasions” when I wear shorter skirts that show panty lines. My boyfriend hates thongs too, so at least we’re compatible on this.
I do wear underwear to work, because it makes me feel weird to be around my coworkers with nothing on underneath, but for the most part, every other time I’m going commando, so to speak.