What are you wearing? That’s what the message says. What are you wearing? That’s what all the messages say, from all the boys, at some time or another, and I haven’t a fucking clue how to respond. Hell, I’m not even entirely sure it’s a question. I’m stumped.
What do you want from me?!?!?!?
When you ask this thing what are you wearing?; when you say these words what are you wearing?; when your message appears across my screen what are you wearing?: I mean, am I supposed to tell you the literal truth? Because here’s the thing of the thing. When you and I are together, when we’re at the stage that I’m ready for you to see the skivvies, oh yeah, I’m wearing the Red Lacies. The sexy boy shorts. This illicit thing. For sure. But when I’m at home, alone, away from you. You can be damn sure that I’m wearing my
adorable jogging pants. No they’re not tight, they’re just normal, don’t make this weird. They’re regular soft and stretchy comfy pants. So no, I’m not wearing that sexy lingerie you’re dreaming of. And no, I’m not sauntering around naked. Don’t be an idiot. I have shit to do. Like cooking bacon that splatters. Or jazzercising in front of open windows. And that stuff can’t be done naked. Obvs.
But I mean I get it. I’m a writer, after all, I can be creative. I can amp it up for you. But is that what you want? Is that really what you’re asking me? Do you want me to create some verbal fantasy that I think you’ll think is sexy? Or are you aiming for a realistic picture of how
adorable hot I look in real life, at that very moment? Or is there a third (and forth) possibility? Are you hoping this will lead to sexting or phone sex? Or even more hopeful, is this your way of testing the waters of booty call lake, to see if I’m interested in getting wet, in having a quick dip? I honestly don’t know what your deal is, boys, and thus, here is my plea:
My dear sweet boys. What is it exactly that you want from me? The reality of it all? Or do you want the smoke and mirrors and pay no attention to that man behind the curtain? Do you want to be able to picture me in the very way that I am, at that very moment that you message me? Or is your aim the sugar and sexy spice that comes standard on our date nights? Are you trying to get into my skivvies? Is this the time for fantastical fictional narratives? Honestly, tell me boys, seriously, what the fuck do you want from me when you type those confusing words–What are you wearing?
aka Something She Dated
aka Your favorite jogging pants sexter
aka That girl at the coffee shop
aka flip that bacon girl it’s burning
aka Dating Vancouver a better place one “something” at a time
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