Covering My Ass

These blogs are not completely accurate.  They are as true as I can make them.  There is a lot about what I’m thinking, but not so much about what I’m doing.  The reason is I don’t know what I’m doing.  And I haven't done much.  But I must have done something, to get where I am.  I’ve done lots of things, but I haven’t done too many things consciously.  I did what I wanted to do, I did what other kids were doing, I did what I thought I was supposed to do, and I just did dumb things.  Not all at the same time, of course.  It just took me a while to figure out cause and effect.

For example, underware.  All through my childhood, and through my first ill-fated marriage, I never had to give any thought to shorts or undershirts.  There was always a plentiful supply, with worn items being replaced at holidays and birthdays.  Somehow, my mother passed on to my first wife my sizes and my preference for briefs over boxers.  I didn’t realize this until our marriage broke up, and I ran out of clean underware.  I didn’t know my size.  A grown man, and I don’t know how to buy undies!

And until my second marriage my tidey whiteys were either too big or too small.  I thought I’d just have to get used to it.  But then I married again.  And then, all of a sudden, jockies and boxers began appearing in my drawers and as holiday gifts again.  I once again had underware that fit!  I couldn’t have been happier.  But, of course, nothing lasts forever.  I could not always depend upon underware that was suitable to my needs.

This past Christmas (Solstice) I received some undergarments as a gift.  The garments were put into rotation, but they didn’t come into use until recently.  The first thing I noticed when I slipped into my new undies was that there was no fly.  At first I thought, maybe they were purchased in the wrong department.  I remembered seeing an ad for ladies panty’s that looked like men’s shorts.  But these don’t seem to be for women because there was an extra space in case you had a really big dick. Could  these be some sort of male hipster attire?

 

Now, the question I have now is: were these drawers purchased as a joke, or just purchaced in the wrong department?  I like the undies, but I still don't know what I'm doing.