Interjection: The Underwear Dilemma
DAY 38
As I was standing over my underwear drawer just now, attempting to get dressed for the day, it dawned on me that since I’ve been single it’s been exponentially harder to pick out what panties to wear.
When I was in a relationship, I always determined what underwear I was going to wear based on whether I’d be seeing “him” or not. Now, without the determining factor of whether or not someone’s going to rip them off me, I can’t seem to come to a swift decision. I loom over my dresser drawer, vacillating between cotton or lace.
For some reason, wearing the good panties just seems like a waste.
