CRISIS!!!

How has this happened? I, who always – ALWAYS – wear fabulous lingerie, seem to have gotten into a rut with my fab man, after only 6 months.

Now, before you freak out and call the cops on me, it’s not like I’ve been walking around wearing Hanes briefs, for god’s sake. The worst that has happened is I’ve occasionally been sleeping in Victoria’s Secret’s cotton string bikinis and wearing – I’m almost embarrassed to admit this – non-matching bras and panties. But before you FREAK out, I will say in my defense that they have never been uncoordinating sets – just not the exact match.

So, my underwear is still cute. I’ve just noticed that I’m wearing my teddies and merrywidows and chemises less often. Of course, since we’ve only had one real date, just the two of us, in the last month, it’s not as surprising as it may sound. Still, even if the only time we have together is in fits and spurts (hmmm … that sounds like I’m making some comment about our sex life. Which I’m not. Because it’s fantastic. FAN. TAS. TIC. He does this lemon-lime thing … but I digress …)

Where was I? Yes, time together. Even if we only have little, random chunks of time together, I can still make sure to show up in my Royal Delights merrywidow. That’s just the kind of woman I am. Well, always was. But am again.

(And, no, I’m not giving you the link to that merrywidow. You’re just going to have to go to my site and hunt for it. Believe me, it’s worth it.)