If you found a thong in your boyfriend’s house, would you rather it belonged to some little tramp that left it behind or that it belonged to him because he has a thing for wearing women’s underwear?
I’m not too sure either of these sit too well with me but these are the options that Alice was presented with earlier this week. Her boyfriend was busted admitting to having a girl over at his house and having relations with her.
We’re not clear why the girl left the thong. Perhaps she wanted him to find it and call her (It was a one-night stand, he had claimed). Perhaps she wanted his girlfriend to find it. Whatever the case, she succeeded.
When Alice confronted him, he changed the story and said that there was no other girl and that the story was a cover up for the real reason he had the underwear – A fetish for wearing said garments.
Apparently, he likes to pose in front of the mirror and take pictures wearing them. Is this a true story or is it the case of a guy thinking quickly on his feet to get out of a tough spot? And did he inadvertently land himself into even bigger trouble as a result? Perhaps not.
When I asked some women what was more disturbing, they said infidelity is worse. I’m not sure. The image of my man in my underwear is harder to wrap my mind around than the image of him and another woman.
Alice was clearly of the same mind frame because after a shocked silence, she asked him if he was crazy, called him a ‘weirdo’ and dumped him.
Still, when her shock wears off, it will be easier for him to explain his strange fetish, perhaps even suggesting getting help for it. Much easier methinks than it would’ve been explaining away another woman.
He may be quite wise, this one. He’s taken the road less travelled and I bet you, he’ll come out tops. There is, of course, the possibility that the chap was telling the truth.
Perhaps the thong really was his. I dug around a little and found that guys like him exist. There’s good news and there’s better news. The good news is that he is not gay. The better news is that he doesn’t want to be a woman.
Here’s a confession from a 47-year-old man: “I’m straight as an arrow, and I love wearing women’s panties. They are very comfortable. It all started when I was about four. I ran out of underwear, so my mother had me wear my sister’s panties. It has been heaven ever since. I am sure a lot of straight men wear women’s panties. I’ve had girlfriends, and their panties were so good that I had to wear them. It beats harassing a woman for sex. It even beats cheating on your wife or girlfriend. When I go to the massage spa, I go there wearing panties so that when I strip down, the girl will laugh and say, ‘Sexy, sexy man.’ “
How… disturbing. Yet, it is only fabric, right? I can walk around the house, wearing my boyfriend’s boxers and it’s not a big deal, so why freak out if he returns the favour? There was a time when people were upset about women wearing trousers and now it’s part and parcel of our wardrobes.
So back to Alice and her man. If he really does like to prance around in women’s underwear then she may have an opportunity that us ladies hardly ever get – To allow him to vent his closeted personality.
With her, he can explore this behaviour that most in our society will frown upon. He can do so without incurring punishment or ostracism.
Alice can wrap this man around her little finger by allowing him to do something that’s unacceptable to the rest of us. And he will love her more deeply for it. Why is prostitution the oldest profession in the world?
Because these girls allow a man to be whoever he wants to be, he doesn’t need to pretend. As Nina Epton very aptly put it in ‘Love and the French’: “Neither the love of a passionate but well brought up mistress, nor his marriage to a woman whom he respects, can replace the prostitute for the human animal in those perverse moments when he covets the pleasure of debasing himself without affecting his social prestige. Nothing can replace this bizarre and powerful pleasure of being able to say everything, do everything, profane and parody without any fear of retribution, remorse or responsibility.”
Indeed. A prostitute won’t judge you if you wear a pink thong. So what if the woman you love allows you the same guilty pleasure?
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