Wednesday, June 16, 2004

It's the thought that counts. And this might seem like I'm complaining, but I'm not. It's just another 'life lesson' - namely, don't lust after the married boys. But as you may remember, I asked for a jockstrap from some guy, he got permission from his BF, he worked out in it first, then sent it off. Yeah! But it hit a snag - he was unaware that UPS doesn't ship to P O Boxes, and then, with the Federal holiday last Friday, I didn't get my postcard notice til Monday. So yesterday afternoon, I biked thru the urban heat and humidity over to the westide office of UPS (and those stories of good looking UPSmens is just plain wrong), grabbed the package, and lovingly tossed it in my backpack for the ride home. Knowing I'd be venturing out last night, I was excited that I could get in a good sniff before work, and then wear it later, after work while chugging some Big Lug beers. But, alas, it wasn't to be. The sniffing part went off without a hitch (a week old, still held it's manly yet gentle fragrance just right), but then I tried wearing the dang thing.

Um, "youth large"??? what the.....? Ok, so you have a boyfriend and an impossibly small waist - did you have to rub it in my face? (And if I ask politely, will you do it again?)