So I've finally found time to actually WRITE something. It's ironic that I've chosen a Sunday afternoon, especially considering I have so much school work to do. And since I've already cleaned my entire apartment and have done all my laundry, the only logical thing next to keep me from my textbooks is to finally post something on SG. My most recent personal debacle:
I've heard that some men - none that I've ever dated, however; or at least as far as I know - like to acquire proof of their conquests. The stories I've heard from friends are that a pair of panties or some other kind of 'intimates' goes missing the morning after a hot night of casual sex. Thankfully, I've never lost a pair of panties or anything else (not that there have been many opportunities, so perhaps my odds have been statistically lower than others. But that's for another post). That was, however, until recently.
My favorite pair of jeans is missing. I remember exactly the last night that I was wearing them and clearly recall seeing them on the top of a "passionate heap" of clothes beside my bed the next morning. And I haven't seen them since.
This may not seem weird to anyone. But since I'm extremely Type A-organized (read: I have a closet for my tops and another for shoes, skirts, pants, etc...I know; it's crazy in here), this is a VERY rare occurance and all the more strange. I only noticed they were missing last week when I was packing to go back home for the long weekend. I didn't spend much time on seaching for them, as I - of course - had waited until the very last minute to pack. But since I've returned home I cannot - for the life of me - find the jeans!
They certainly aren't the most expensive pair of jeans I own, nor are they new to my wardrobe. But I LOVED THEM and have had them for years. They fit every inch and every curve perfectly. And what sucks even more? - they're a discontinued style. Damn.
Besides all this singular obsession about my loss, I think I'm more freaked out that this man actually TOOK MY JEANS. Do men really do this? Is it even possible that he somehow managed to make it out of my apartment without me noticing something tucked under his shirt? And if he didn't tuck it into his shirt, how the hell did he get them out of here?
I'm completely baffled. I'm not going to see this man again and now there's no chance for me to get to the bottom of this mystery. Does he have a whole closetful of women's jeans from his many years of casual sex with women with great fashion sense? Does he give them away to girlfriends as gifts? Does he sleep with them at night? WTF?
And more importantly - does this mean I'm going to have to lock up the valuables - both of the jewelry and denim kind - next time I'm amazingly lucky enough to actually bring someone back to my place? What a drag.
I've heard that some men - none that I've ever dated, however; or at least as far as I know - like to acquire proof of their conquests. The stories I've heard from friends are that a pair of panties or some other kind of 'intimates' goes missing the morning after a hot night of casual sex. Thankfully, I've never lost a pair of panties or anything else (not that there have been many opportunities, so perhaps my odds have been statistically lower than others. But that's for another post). That was, however, until recently.
My favorite pair of jeans is missing. I remember exactly the last night that I was wearing them and clearly recall seeing them on the top of a "passionate heap" of clothes beside my bed the next morning. And I haven't seen them since.
This may not seem weird to anyone. But since I'm extremely Type A-organized (read: I have a closet for my tops and another for shoes, skirts, pants, etc...I know; it's crazy in here), this is a VERY rare occurance and all the more strange. I only noticed they were missing last week when I was packing to go back home for the long weekend. I didn't spend much time on seaching for them, as I - of course - had waited until the very last minute to pack. But since I've returned home I cannot - for the life of me - find the jeans!
They certainly aren't the most expensive pair of jeans I own, nor are they new to my wardrobe. But I LOVED THEM and have had them for years. They fit every inch and every curve perfectly. And what sucks even more? - they're a discontinued style. Damn.
Besides all this singular obsession about my loss, I think I'm more freaked out that this man actually TOOK MY JEANS. Do men really do this? Is it even possible that he somehow managed to make it out of my apartment without me noticing something tucked under his shirt? And if he didn't tuck it into his shirt, how the hell did he get them out of here?
I'm completely baffled. I'm not going to see this man again and now there's no chance for me to get to the bottom of this mystery. Does he have a whole closetful of women's jeans from his many years of casual sex with women with great fashion sense? Does he give them away to girlfriends as gifts? Does he sleep with them at night? WTF?
And more importantly - does this mean I'm going to have to lock up the valuables - both of the jewelry and denim kind - next time I'm amazingly lucky enough to actually bring someone back to my place? What a drag.