Control Freak

I had dinner with L. last night. Somehow the conversation turned to underwear.

I told L. about my recent discovery of drinking a glass of wine before shopping for intimate apparel. I find it makes me a little bolder.

We both agreed there was no excuse for ugly underwear, but disagreed when it came to thongs. Many women have tried to convert me over to the dark side, and I have been unhappy with the results.

L. has the most honest reason for wearing them that I’ve ever encountered. It’s all about the panty line, which she feels is the only thing in her life she has total control over.

I completely understand.