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February 10, 2005
Problems with boxers
Most people know I’m a boxer guy. Because the boyfriend thinks they’re sexy, I occasionally wear tightie whities, especially under the tight jeans that he also thinks are sexy. However, I am never sexy during the school week, so I have a habit of preferring boxers.
Boxers are looser, more comfortable, and allow you to walk around the house without worrying about feeling too exposed. I would never answer the door in tightie whities, but I’m fine with opening the door wearing only a pair of boxers. If a fire broke out in the building, I would feel fine running out of the building in boxers, but run back to change if I were only wearing tighties. Boxers are like shorts.
Well, almost like shorts. Mine are the kind that don’t have a button on the front. They’re also extremely wrinkly, as I let them air dry after laundry. I only discovered the problem recently as my little guy was jumping out the front hatch to wink at everything. I’d jump out of bed, and he would try to type on the keyboard. He was catching on the inside of jeans during his daily migrations, and he would try to have a look around on the way to the bathroom in the mornings.
I decided to solve the problem by ironing the front of the boxers. Derrick saw me doing this chore this weekend and decided to tease me, thinking I was some kind of neat freak. I explained that I was merely trying to be modest, at which point roommate Charlie interjected that this has apparently been going on for some time and that my guy has NO modesty.
I could have died. One shouldn’t expose oneself to roommates. What if I had been trying to carry on a conversation with him glaring from below? Miss Manners would NOT be amused.
Posted by G at February 10, 2005 06:16 PM
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And how rude of "He That No Longer Blogs, The Cad!" to not have modestly let you know of The Little Guy's adventures.
Posted by: Lee at February 10, 2005 10:46 PM
modesty, schmodesty. i'll even bet it's a not-so-little guy, too. you've got it - flaunt it!
Posted by: jiminy at February 10, 2005 11:20 PM
Hee! I guess an alternative would be to sew little buttons on them, or stick velcr.. nevermind.
Posted by: jase at February 10, 2005 11:31 PM
Maybe not, but your roommates have been, I assure oyu.
Posted by: Sparky at February 10, 2005 11:49 PM
Wow...Ironing undies....even I'm not that OCD. ;)
Posted by: Alan at February 11, 2005 08:06 AM
I bet Miss Manners would be very amused. Bad manners are only bad manners if you know what you're doing. By being unaware of Little G's escapades and appalled when you became aware, you are actually quite mannerful.
Posted by: ted at February 11, 2005 11:40 AM
What? No pictures?
:-)
Posted by: palochi at February 11, 2005 03:14 PM
Boxer-briefs are MAGIC!
Posted by: Mr. Hells Kitchen at February 11, 2005 08:56 PM
I expose myself to my roommate all the time. She has a son my age, so she hardly notices.
Is that wrong? Do I need to iron something? And am I understand that I need to put on clothes to answer the door?
G, you have opened up a real Pandora's Box here.
Posted by: Ron at February 11, 2005 09:57 PM
I would never have thought to iron my boxers, hence the issue with my tackle falling out.
Posted by: Glenn at February 12, 2005 10:30 PM
Is it "tackle" or "bait?"
I always get those confused. No wonder I'm single.
Posted by: palochi at February 14, 2005 01:17 PM
It's tackle if you refer to the little guy in the non-operational tense. this conversation is a good example. It's bait if you are refering to him in the operational sense or if he is the primary focus of the conversation. *ok, I made that up*
I say stick w/what keeps Mr Happy in a good mood. I'm a boxer brief fan myself. Boxers always gave me too much room and I found I would routinely squash something...Not a good feeling.
Posted by: moby at February 23, 2005 11:04 PM