Yesterday Tina, Michael and I shopped at Target and the grocery store before picking up Jason for dinner.
There was an event yester evening that rendered stores virtual ghost towns. I’m not sure what that event was, but it made shopping on a Sunday seem like shopping on a Monday morning at 3 a.m.
Among the people who were at Target, there were an inordinate amount of young women shopping the lingerie section. Then you would see these women walking around the food aisles with arms full of red lacy bras and silky, scanty nighties. Many of these women were a little heavy. It didn’t matter. I was proud to watch these women traipsing by loaded down with sexy clothes for their bedroom sexy times.
I’m not a fan of corporate holidays. One of my friends once wrote an update on facebook that once you understand holidays from a marketing standpoint, Christmas, Easter, Valentine’s day, et al. diminish in value.
But I am a fan of seeing perfectly regular women splurging on not one or two slinky items, but armloads of them. This one women walked by with three, different-colored bras and two (maybe three) voluptuous nighty thing-a-ma-bobs. If she were closer to me, she would have heard me utter the words, “Oh yeah … she’s goina’ go get some.”
The cups of the bras were fitted into each other and it looked like she was going to grab a cardboard box, go out on a street corner and play that, “Which cup is the ball under betting game” that you see in 80s movies set in New York City.
Either that or go get dolled up for her man after he’s had a long day slurping beers watching that event yesterday.
I may not be a fan of holidays, but I’m a huge advocate of sex … in great, greedy, Costco-sized portions. So go grab your partner and get busy. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and you’ll need lots of practice for the big game.