Not that I’m in love or anything. I’ve been living with my partner for 3 years now. Kind of weird considering I don’t like living with boyfriends, cause living with someones makes it difficult to cheat on them…Sniff.
Seriously though, you have to admit there’s a grain of truth in my theory.
When I was WILD and had fleeting relationships I fell in love almost every week. A pretty blonde guy who happened to sell vegetables near my block, was my dream date! Not to mention the guy who drank coffee in the same Coffee shop as me, we were so alike and meant for each other! <3 <3
I fell in love constantly and truly believed, that the next man was THE ONE.
Maybe you were a total stranger I took classes with, guess what, there’s an 80% chance I’ve masturbated on your photo… Aaah, those were the days! ^_^
Maybe I had too much free time on my hands, or maybe it was my crippled loveless childhood (thanks a lot mom and dad)! Or maybe I was an obsessive lunatic? Doesn’t matter, the point is, I always buy new underwear when I’m in love. Even though it’s safe to say, that sleeping with the guy wasn’t going to happen, ever, and my new underwear would be left unseen and worn home alone, with home made pasta and “Buffy the vampire slayer”.
It’s like this subconscious mechanism: “Oh hey, I’m in love with a random stranger, I should totally buy more underwear”. It’s sad to buy new underwear and not have anyone to share it with.
My drawer is full of freakishly uncomfortable underwear, from the shiny bejeweled bras, through the red thongs that go up your ass, to the lace boxers with ruffles that slide into your vagina and make you wish you were never born.
What about you guys, do you do crazy shit when you’re in love?
Fashiony part: Say hello to my new best friend! The tight as hell, stripe skirt. It does wonders to the ass! Sorry, there’s no photo of my ass, next time I’ll make one for sure!
Summer time t-shirt- second hand, skirt-nowistyle, belt-vintage, bag-nowistyle.