The other night, I was over at a girlfriend's house, fixing her computer. Well, actually, I dropped by there on the way out to karaoke, and is occasionally my wont for such occasions, I was all dolled up... not that that really has any bearing on the story, which I'll explain.
She's just recently been handfasted to her fiance, which is a sort of pagan wedding ceremony. Another lady friend (my GG shopping buddy, matter of fact) had bought her some lingerie for the occasion... specifically, a nice pushup bra and matching panties. Quite naturally, she showed them off to me.
While I was sitting there fixing yet another Vista abortion (I never have to fix Linux users' computers) she asked if I had any recommendations for laundering her pretty new undies. Lingerie bag in the washer? Hand wash? Woolite? etc?
I answered... and then about 30 seconds elapsed before my "wait a doggone minute!" moment.
"What the hell are you doing asking ME for advice on laundering lingerie? You're a girl!"
She never had any before. And she rarely wears any kind of underwear at all. (Which I knew... but I guess it never set in...) "And I know you have lots of pretty panties," said she. (Of course she knows... she takes them off. )
Go figure.
She's coming over tomorrow night. Maybe I'll update on if she's developed a lingerie fetish too. (For herself, dummies! We already know she has a sort of lingerie fetish....)