He bought me the cutest shoes… and the cutest panties…
and I was a little awkward about opening them… until I took the lid off the shoe box.
OMG I love them. Really, really, really love them. They are insanely cute. They fit perfectly… and I love them.
There’s a Victoria’s Secret bag sitting next to my new favorite shoes and I look in the top…
and the first thing I see is my favorite panties. My pink and black lace trim cheekies. My very favorite panties. Coincidentally the same panties I’m wearing. He can’t understand why I’m laughing and I pull up the edge of my skirt.
S- Oh you already have them!
J- They’re my favorite- thank you!
Also… pink & black striped cheekies, and the cutest lacy black panties you’ve ever seen.
Panties and shoes.
Really cute panties… and really cute shoes.
I’m at a total loss. He’s not messing around. He’s for serious. He’s kicking ass and taking names in outdoing the rest of the guys, that’s for sure.
I’m just not ready to be somebody’s girlfriend, and I still have feelings for someone else- which complicates the hell out of everything. I’m not there. I don’t know what it looks like anymore, after failing at it the last time.
I’m blown away by the guy. He’s determined to spoil me. It’s nice. I love my new panties… and my new shoes are just outrageously cute. My girlfriend said it best.
N- He bought you shoes? He bought the right size? He even asked or gave a shit? After 4 years of marriage my son’s dad still couldn’t tell you what size shoe I wear”
The guy really pays attention… and he’s really nice.
and I’m really gun shy.
and not ready to commit to more than getting to know him. I’m fiercely independent and it was a hell of a fight to reclaim it. I’m not ready to let it go again.
I spent nearly my entire 20’s married, and bored.
I never want to feel that way again. I don’t want anyone to ever feel that way about me! I have finally gotten to a place where I’m in control of my own life. I’m responsible only to myself and my children & family, and I’m ok if that doesn’t include a man.
I like to sleep in a tent in the yard with the kids if I feel like it.
I like to eat ice cream for dinner sometimes.
I don’t have to answer to anyone. It’s bliss.
And I can have a bad habit, here and there. I can crave 9-O and not feel bad about it. Single works.
My day is my own, my life is my way or the highway- and I don’t have to feel obligated to anyone but my children. I can just live my own life. It’s refreshing. I’ve lived my entire life without that, so I’m not inclined to give it up yet.
But Mr. Surprise is all that and he buys shoes & panties.