Does the size of your knickers equate to the length of your relationship?
When you’re single you wear knickers so tiny you could swallow them and not notice. Knickers so small that they disappear into your bottom.
When you’ve been married for years you wear knickers so big you could stick a pole up them and go camping.
I’m single. I recently invested in thongs. My first thong purchase in YEARS.
Technically it was for practical purposes as I wear leggings to the gym and don’t like my underwear line showing. But I won’t lie, the fact that certain people observe my derriere quite closely during my yoga sessions did make me think that said thongs would be a sound investment in a potential future sex life too.
I’m still devotee to big pants, in certain circumstances, but more and more I find myself wearing sexy, lacey, miniature knickers even just for walking the dog or going to the shops. Not because someone will see them, but because they’re pretty and it makes me feel good to know I’ve got pretty knickers on.
I think it is part of rediscovering my “single sexuality”. Tiny pants used to be the realm of the young me. The me who went out dancing and drinking every week. The me who routinely had a couple of boyfriends on the go at once, spaced out around the country to avoid them meeting. The me who was quite happy to flash said tiny knickers whenever the mood struck.
The new single me does not go out dancing and drinking every week, when I do it is a rare occasion and I am home by midnight ready to get up at five the next day. I don’t have multiple boyfriends, but do engage in flirtations with as many men as I can fit into my schedule. I don’t flash my knickers, but I am getting more confident about wearing short skirts.
It is a compromise. The newly single me is learning about being sexy as someone older, with a different body, and different circumstances. Wearing tiny pants comes with that.
That said, today I’m wearing big shorts covered in ladybirds. Because sometimes a little lacy thong just doesn’t cut it.