Transplanted Life
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Lying in wait
They just sit around the subway stations, the Girl Scouts do, with their cute little uniforms and big eyes just waiting to sell you expensive cookies ($4 for very few days' worth). I'd be able to resist them, too, if they didn't have the toy cash register to ring up sales with. Sure, it can look like it's mostly the parents trying to sell cookies, but then you see the Fisher-Price cash register and just go awwwwwwww...

Hung out with Kate and Jen tonight. No big deal, just grabbing an evening to chat outside the bounds of the office without the guys around. It was fun; we did some window shopping at Quincy Market and stuff. I've still got no eye for women's fashions; I'd be in sneakers, jeans, and a T-shirt every day if I could. The others must look like two girls playing with a life-sized Barbie doll, especially with the blonde hair.

I think it's a sign of how good things must be going between Kate and Dennis that while we were in Victoria's Secret, Kate didn't make one snarky remark about my breasts and their being big. We were in there for her, anyway; she's evidently decided that this is the weekend she and Dennis are going to make love for the first time and she wants to wear something special. I don't see what the big deal is, but Kate asks how I'd like it if I were a guy and I found out that I didn't even rate new lingerée for the first time with a serious girlfriend? I told her quite honestly that a guy would probably just figure those are her lucky panties and understand, but since Kate's all woman and thus assumes that a man would think like a woman until shown otherwise, she figures it would be a slight. Whatever. I ask her if that means she empties out and restocks her underwear drawer every time she gets a new boyfriend and she just sticks her tongue out at me. Then she says she bets I remember what I was wearing the first time Carter and I did it, but I honestly don't; it was, as I told her, sort of a spur of the moment thing, and I just through my clothes in the wash with the other identical white cotton bras and panties and didn't have them bronzed or anything. Jen, at least, found that funny.

But, I did have to admit that there was some appeal to the idea of having something for special occasions; just because I never felt the need for a special pair of boxers that no other girl has seen me in doesn't mean I can't see it from the other side. I was never one to insist a girl wear the frilly stuff, but I could appreciate it; and, yeah, Carter did make a joke about my no-nonsense underwear a couple weeks ago. So, I figured, why not give him a little thrill, and picked out a new, red, bra and panty set that quite honestly doesn't do much in the way of support - I think it actually adds to the jiggle - but does make me look damn good. I've even got a pair of matching red heels, so sometime this weekend I'll actually be dressed like an underwear model. Which is funny, because even as a man, I always joked that I could never figure out when a woman would just be wearing high heels and underwear.

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