My Saturday Report

Saturday, November 18, 2006
Well, the boy shorts did not disappoint. Comfy, great fit, no scratchy bits (lace but in all the right places for a change) and they look super sexy from the back end - what can I say, I've got a great ass. Sorry no pics yet, I'm having issues with my camera. I tried on the thong for about 5 minutes just to see what they were like. Now, I've tried to buy the "perfect thong" before on more than one occasion. I've always wanted to be one of "those" women. You know the type - the ones that can wear a thong effortlessly and act as though it's the most comfortable thing in the world. They walk around as though they don't have a piece of string flossing their butt cheeks. Plus they have no VPL. Doesn't every woman want that?

I have to say that those few minutes I had it on, it was super comfy (no flossing motion yet encountered). It was a bit small (I grabbed the wrong size) but still fit pretty well. The back part didn't try to bury itself between my cheeks and there was no desire on my part to pick it out of my ass. Plus they're super cute: black with some dark red ribbon laced up each side. I feel purty.
After the panty parade, I had lunch with a friend of mine T (not the T whom I don't speak to anymore). This T is a former coworker from my last job. We spent two hours catching up on all the latest gossip, bitching about the housing situation here in town, and decided we should both enter local politics (we'd do a MUCH better job than most). We ate at Earls which is not one of my favourite restaurants. It tries to be frou frou and is overpriced. However, our meals were delicious and in an effort to eat a bit more healthily than usual, we skipped desert (actually our waitress/server/whatever the PC term is these days...didn't even ask us if we wanted any). She is definately one of the few people that I can say I really enjoy talking to. She carries on intelligent lively conversations, is funny and genuinely cares about people. Plus if she ever gives you a compliment, you know she really means it.

In the "I'm Bummed" category (no not more underwear talk), I went shopping last night with the sister in law (SIL). We had originally planned on going christmas present shopping but it turned into clothes shopping for ourselves. I managed to snag a nice pair of dress pants with legs that actually fit (normally because I have sticks for stems, the legs on most pants are huge). They were more than a bit roomy in the hips so I'll have to get them tailored but the pants were on sale plus I got an additional 25% off at the register so I was in heaven. My great find inspired the SIL to try and find a pair of pants for herself. Before I continue, I'd like to point out that after having two kids and eating pretty much whatever she wants, my SIL is still only a size 9. I'm ... not. Let's leave it at that. We whipped into one of those teenage oriented loud music playing hip clothing stores (can you tell I'm getting old?). As I stood there holding both our coats, my bags, both purses and tyring to look inconspicuous, I felt extremely out of place. I was surrounded by young women and girls who were practically 1/2 my size and seemed to have more money than I ever remembered having at that age or even now! Perhaps it was my own insecurities, but I'm sure a couple of the younger ones gave me a sideways glance as if to ask "What's she doing in here?". Thank goodness my SIL was finished trying on clothes pretty quickly. As we left the store, I told her how fat that experience made me feel. For someone with such a nice figure, she was very understanding. Needless to say the rest of my evening was not one of my best but I grinned my way through it without another comment. What is with North America's weird obsession with food and size? I don't get it.

5 comments:

Wandering Coyote said...

Ugh...I always feel like that in those young/skinny/rich gal type stores. Way to push my buttons and get me all depressed. I avoid them like the plage. Love Wal-Mart because you're more normal/anonymous there. They have decent plus stuff, too.

Anyhow, food/weight/culture...don't get me started! It's an insane world right now, and I don't envy any woman raising a daughter in this day and age. Our culture values the cookie-cutter look, as I've started to refer to it, where all women are basically the same size and dimension (i.e. SMALL). It has absolutely no basis in reality at all, and winds up leaving those of us who are not cookie cutters generally feeling crappy. There's no room for different shapes and sizes out there, and no representation for gals like us in pop culture. It's a damn shame, and I don't know what to do about it other than just try to like my own body and try not to covet what I'll likely never have. It's hard, I know, but what else can I do? I just want to be a healthy person, and I think part of that means learning to love my body, flaws and all.

Wandering Coyote said...

BTW, never been big into undies, though lately I have bought some nice ones at Mark's - very comfy. Still not overly big on thongs, however. I like nice bras, but do you think I can find a sexy, decently priced one in my size? NO. La Senza stopped selling my size years ago and that was it, except for Wonder Bras, which tend to be boring. Ah well. When I win the lottery...

Anonymous said...

yet another reason its god to be a guy....mens boxer briefs...so easy to buy and i recall about 10 bucks each....although i use to have some silk boxer briefs..i wonder who is wearing them now...they disappeared along with the rest of my luggage between Quebec City and Ottawa 2 summers ago

Anonymous said...

oops i meant good....arrrrghhh...typos

Sniffy said...

I was wearing girl boxers yesterday and they kept going right up my arse crack like a thong anyway. Had to keeping fishing them out as I walked around town. Most people were pissed up on gluhwein anyway so they hardly noticed.

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