My Cotton Panties Day
And I got to be me all day with no frills and no makeup. The clean me. The rough me.
Funny how, for women those are the same thing and for men they seem to be opposites. The “clean me” for a guy isn’t usually the rougher version of himself.
Speaking of men. I don’t really like them lately. Right now in my cotton panties with no eyeliner on and my hair in a haphazard ponytail. I would probably look horrible to the average guy.
And he would never want to talk to me. He would never wonder what I like or what I am like. He would never want to find out enough about me to love me. All because I’m having a cotton panites day.
Most of my experiences with men lately have made me angry. They want ladies in silky panties with no hair or fat anywhere on their body. They don’t seem to want a lady with an opinion or a sense of humor either.
I guess I’m just out of luck. Not that I want the ‘average’ guy anyway. But I haven’t met any who are above average — and therefore interested in a girl who would wear cotton panties — in a long time.
Well, anyway, back to my cotton panties day. I will now be officially ending my cotton panties day by putting on my cotton pajamas. Crawling into my bed — covered in cotton sheets — and I am going to eat some cotton food.
Er, comfort food.
I have a Big Mac with my name on it and a large Dr. Pepper. After eating, I plan to read an uncomplicated novel until I am unconcious.
I’ll probably dream of a man who understands that every now and then a lady needs to have a cotton panties day.