Every guy I ever met more than twice has insisted on buying me underwear. It started when I was 14 in LA and made a cute but all too fragile college freshman get me and Chloe alcohol. I knew he was in love with me but finally had to end it when he sent me a pair of stay-ups in the mail, with a handwritten note I've tried to forget ever since.
Some have better taste than others, but whatever they buy says something important about their personalities:
- Anything from a generic brand: you will never end up writing a novel/become an actor like you say you want
- Just a bra: you pretend like you know me just to get close enough to fuck me
- A whole set: too pretentious for your own good
I've always preferred a pair of panties. It tells me you're honest about your intentions, and if you pick the right ones I might even consider letting you see me in them.
Pictured: the pair a friend of a friend discretely slipped into my coat pocket after dinner last night.
