Here's a tip: If you ask your husband to grab some undergarments for you, do not expect them to be your well worn and comfortable old standbys.
I don't believe in over ten years together I have ever ask my beloved to pick out my underwear. Perhaps, subliminally I knew it would end up like it did today.
One thing to keep in mind, gentlemen readers, is that most women (especially those of us who are over 28 and/or have had children) have two or three separate categories of undergarments.
The first category are our "comfies". These are often pairs of skivvies that we've had for a while, made of soft materials and are most likely not the sexiest or most flattering things in the world. But they don't pinch and they don't bind and for that, we love them.
The second category is sort of a secret one so I can't go into too much detail. I will say that this group could be labeled the "minor self torture" section. These include scary named items such as spanx, minimizers, lifters and shapewear. I can say no more, and you probably don't want to know.
The third category is the "sexy" one. I'm sure you can imagine the kinds of unmentionables in here. Some of us buy these things spontaneously and others go to great lengths to find just the right things to dive their spouses wild. One thing that most women in that 28 and over with kids life stage do not take into consideration is how comfortable these items are, because, well, it's not like we spend a lot of time traipsing around the world wearing these kinds of things under our peanut butter and spit up stained shirts and well worn yoga pants.
So when I asked my man to "Grab me some underpants and oh, I'll take a bra if there's one in there, too." (He looked at me at first and replied, "Underpants? Is that what we're calling them now?" in a rather dry voice.") I was not expecting him to hand me anything from category three.
But that's what he did. Oh, yes it is.
I said, "Honey! I'm going to coffee with a friend!"
"Yeah? So?" he replied with a Chessire cat-worthy grin.