Driving past a lingerie store the other night, I made a comment of how I used to shop there when I lived out in that city, years ago. Of course, I failed to mention that all I ever bought was panties and pajamas.
Adam responded "So, when are you going to start wearing that stuff?".
Me: "What do you mean? Lingerie? Like the sexy kind?".
A: "Yeah. Or are you just going to keep wearing that dirty wife-beater?".
For the record, the so-called dirty wife-beater is actually a cream-coloured tank top that is part of a pajama set, thank-you-very-much. Because it's cream, he thinks it looks like a man's sweaty wife-beater.
Coincidentally (or not really), my girl QC is planning on a boudoir photo shoot. She asked if I'd ever do it. My answer? A flat out no way. I have nothing sexy to wear!
No, really - I just don't see myself as sexy in the least, and I honestly don't think I could ever pull it off. It just ain't happening. No photographer will ever capture that because it's just not there. And I don't photograph well even fully-clothed - it would just be worse without.
Maybe I'll reconsider after I get the girls all fixed up and re-perkified.
Monday, August 13, 2007
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