Of Bras and Men
June 22, 2005
There is a certain bra you wear when enticing your significant other into having sex. I know this because my husband told me so. We were wandering the mall when we happened upon a Victoria's Secret, and decided to duck in because they were having a sale. And if you want to know anything about me, it is that I love a good sale.
As we were searching through the merchandise, I started holding bras up for Roger to see, asking for his opinion. I held up one bra, and Roger softly announced to me that it was a bra that you only wore when you were about to have sex. He was subtly embarrassed, until he overheard a few of the other women in the store commenting that they wished their husbands would come shopping with them. He beamed at that.
Roger's eye began to wander, and caught sight of the price tags. "The normal price is FORTY DOLLARS for one of
these things?" His voice was incredulous, and he continued, "There just seems to be something wrong about that. Guys can buy a pack of three undershirts for ten dollars." Which, I know, okay? I know. That is wrong on so many levels. It sort of makes me want to be a man. Or, maybe just dress like a man.
