We interrupt this discussion of underwear to bring you this IM conversation about me.

Spectral Bovine: Why don't girls like me?
Merinda618: Aww, baby.
Spectral Bovine: How many times have I asked you this question?
Merinda618: So many times.
Merinda618: I think I say, every time, (and if I don't, I should start) "They DO like you. Go get them."
Spectral Bovine: Liar.
Merinda618: No. Really.
Merinda618: Are you feeling girl-deprived?
Spectral Bovine: Yes.
Merinda618: Hmm.
Merinda618: I think it's time to ask out girls, then.
Merinda618: You're amazing and funny and smart.
Merinda618: Go. GOOO.
Merinda618: Go team!
Spectral Bovine: Bah.
Merinda618: No.
Merinda618: Not Bah.
Merinda618: HOT.
Spectral Bovine: I'm going to be single forever and then the parents are going to force a wife on me and I won't know what to do with her.
Merinda618: Well, let's break that down.
Merinda618: I'm going to be single forever.
Merinda618: Untrue.
Merinda618: You can't see forever, though you ARE God, to me.
Merinda618: The parents are going to force a wife on you?
Merinda618: Maybe, Sunil. Maybe.
[excised random bit about a girl I was in love with but am thankfully over]
Merinda618: You'll know what to do with the women.
Merinda618: Don't worry about that part.
Spectral Bovine: I'm going to mess it up.
Merinda618: No.
Merinda618: See, the cool thing about the stuff.
Merinda618: "The stuff" being an all-encompassing word for sex and whatnot.
Merinda618: Is that when you're in it, you CANNOT mess it up.
Merinda618: Unless you, like, walk out halfway through and go buy a coffee.
Merinda618: Distractedly.
Merinda618: Waving her off like a traffic cop.
Merinda618: And she's all "Where are you going?"
Merinda618: And you're like, "I have to see a man about a coffee."
Merinda618: And she's like, "Wait. I'm a girl in your bed!" And you're like, "STAY RIGHT THERE. Burb."
Merinda618: Because it's sexy to use AIM shortcuts in bed.
Merinda618: Remember this. Jot it down.
Spectral Bovine: I don't even mean that stuff. For that stuff, I'll be all, "The hell? This isn't how they did it on Cinemax."
Merinda618: Hee.
Spectral Bovine: I mean the regular relationship stuff.
Merinda618: Oh, Jesus, Sunil.
Spectral Bovine: Being a decent human being.
Merinda618: I don't know how to do that, either.
Merinda618: Oh, please.
Merinda618: What isn't decent about you?
Spectral Bovine: My indecent thoughts.
Merinda618: Except for your obsession with DOING GOOD and GIVING TO OTHERS. I fucking hate those things about you.
Merinda618: What are your indecent thoughts?
Merinda618: Do they involve mayhem?
Merinda618: Or just SEXY mayhem?
Spectral Bovine: No, they involve unbuttoned shirts and dangerously exposed breasts.
Merinda618: Well, you're in your early twenties. You live in a city full of coeds. You haven't made out in a while. And you're alive and breathing.
Merinda618: So, you know, you are forgiven. I swear it.
Merinda618: Angie and I once discussed.
Merinda618: How it would be important that she or I or someone we knew would be cool devirginized you and Joshua. Because then whomever that person was could truly make sure they broke the stupid "sex is bad, why am I thinking about girls, aaaaagh" thing.
Merinda618: And how it would just be a public service thing, not an actual weird thing. Though that would be quite weird.
Merinda618: But anyway.
Merinda618: Relationships.

Yes, me too! I have two pair of VS microfiber seamless light control top thongs and they are Magic Underwear.

I can't find them anymore and it pisses me off.

so I looked at the undies on VS. I decided that I wasn't all that interested in knowing exactly how waxed these strangers were.

They felt amazing.

I love silk clothing. Just not silk knickers.

The whole thing about silk is that I want it to get soft and be flowy. Flowy underwear?

And I do like sleek things.

Let's see, the last time I could pull off sleek was, mmm, 1977? These days my figure is best described as plushy.

so I looked at the undies on VS. I decided that I wasn't all that interested in knowing exactly how waxed these strangers were.

You remind me of a conversation reported on TT about six years ago, regarding the VS television commercials. A woman was watching one with her seven year old daughter, and the child looked up and announced, "Mommy! This is awful! I don't even KNOW these women!"

Flowy underwear?

Nope, panties need to be snug and trim.

Sigh. The palazzo pants were flowy. Each leg was twice as big as a Volkswagen. And purple. I was like a flowy bunch of grapes. But I loved them.

Mommy! This is awful! I don't even KNOW these women!"

that's how I felt

Polter, I'm alternately laughing and nodding in sad remembrance of being young and wondering where the Opposing Gender Person of Dreams was. There is something to be said for mad abandon and hedonism, though.

connie, sleek, not tight. I am not the gazelle I used to be - stupid damned disease and whackaloon midlife combining - but I know my body quite well, and one of the things I know best is that, at my height (5-9) and with my shoulders (linebackers envy me) and with my inseam (pushing 33"), I am almost relentlessly vertical. Also, fairly narrow hips in proportion to my shoulders and a majorly indented waist. I'm an hourglass.

So things that move in vertical lines on me, and drape vertically, and don't have too many fussy bits. And most of the clothing that fits that definition and that comes in, say, a 33 inseam? Is going to be fairly sleek.

I except sloungy clothes from that rule. Right now, I am in worn soft City Lights grey fleece pajama bottoms, almost worn out, and an oversized men's fleeze sweatshirt with "Eddie Bauer" across the chest.