Some of you will recall that - just before Christmas - I told my wife about my dressing. A little over a week ago she wasn't feeling well at work so she came home early. When she walked in I was putting my pretty things away but was still wearing makeup, hoop earrings, an elastic cleavage band, a cincher, a gaff and a pretty lace thong. My feminine things were scattered on the bed, dresser and floor. Being only half dressed, I looked my worst. She was horrified and wouldn't even look at me for days. I have been sleeping in the guest room. She is starting to thaw a little but - when I tried to bring it up - she showed no receptivity.
I can't help but think that it wouldn't have been quite so bad if she would have caught me looking more presentable.