A man is perusing the women’s plus size rack.
You know what that means.
I ask him if he needs any help. And he tells me, very candidly, that he has been wearing women’s underwear for 40 years. He does not like to wear women’s clothing—just lingerie.
His wife of 20 years tolerates it, but he’d really like to find someone he could hang out with for an hour here or there and just sit around and talk or eat and watch TV—in lingerie. He said he’d pay $100 an hour.
I am a starving student and I do love myself some lingerie, but I can’t do it.
It’s too bad that he has to pay money to fulfill his desire, but really—in one form or another, don’t we all?