I grew up in June Cleaver time. Out and about after high school, I found getting ready, putting on pretty lingerie and a nice outfit was exciting and a pleasure. I've moved with the fashions and my contemporary women. Today, I put on my clothes to get dressed. I want to look nice, but it is not the same as when I was young. Back in my youth I contemplated every piece that I was putting on. Was it sexy enough? Was it the right image? How would others see me? Today I don't worry about those things today. Comfort comes to mind.
I don't wear nylons anymore. I own several slips and haven't worn one this year. Neither has my wife. I worry more about by bra making my clothes look right than how sexy they are. I guess old age is catching me.