My wife leaves tomorrow morning for a 5-day Girls Weekend, which means that I have a 5-day Gurl Weekend, a rare treat. I've been preparing for it by stocking up (no pun intended) on a whole new outfit, including: a plum-colored dress with a sheer-sleeved jacket; a long line bra; a garter belt; 4 pairs of "real" nylon stockings (in grey, to offset the dress); a pair of silver slingback sandals with only 3-inch heels, to make walking easier; and last but definitely not least, a full-length sheer chiffon robe that will be great for eating breakfast, watching late-night TV, and just lounging around in luxurious comfort.
As I've been preparing, I realized that I'm as excited today as I was the first time I inexplicably tried on my mother's nylons and experienced, shall we say, my first pleasurable (i.e., sexual) moment. To put that statement in perspective, consider that I am 74 years old and that trip into the Pink Fog occurred 63 ago.
Because dressing has always been, for me, a sexual experience (as well as a relaxing one), I assumed through the years that as I aged my libido, and therefore my desire to dress, would diminish. This has happily been anything but the case. It's kind of a chicken and egg thing: Do I continue to dress because my libido is strong, or is my libido strong because I continue to dress? But the bottom line is, who cares?