Preferred silky, satiny, "naughty unmentionables", my entire life, until..... a gentleman gifted me with his baby blue, button-down, dress shirt(Hope that's the correct description for a shirt worn with slacks or a suit).
It was the most unexpected, sweetest, sexiest gift ever, simply because he knew I thought it looked beautiful on him.
THEN......I put it on. Took on a whole new meaning. Sexy on him. HUGE and cuddly on me. I fell in love with a damn shirt!
The 1st time I wore it was with jeans, platform sandals, little make-up and a ponytail. I was never "hit-on" so many times in my life! WHAT?!!
I've destroyed that shirt by wearing it to death, but nothing felt more divine than sleeping in it. Still have it. Still love it, despite the pocket nearly falling off and it's "lived in" appearance.
At this point in my life, I have discovered a freakish attraction to sleeping in a man's shirt. Wouldn't mean diddly, if I walked into a store and purchased one myself. Has to be one that belonged to a gentleman I'm attracted to and QUADRUPLE SEXY, if he gave it to me after wearing it. No laundering allowed.
Currently, I am obsessing over a white, button-down shirt. No creepy obsessing over the gentleman who had no intention of giving it to me. I simply admired it so (especially on him), that he let me "borrow" it. That was weeks ago and I wore it four nights in a row last week. Hate that I had to launder the darn thing.
I have no idea what all this means and couldn't care less. Insomnia, frees me to blather about the most inane things. Good to be me.
'Night y'all