Lingerie.

So, today on my way back from freshman orientation, I stopped at the Ross in Farmington, to return some... er... unmentionables I'd bought for my friend Riley. She graduated with me and we've been friends for years and years, and she's getting married September 1. She asked me to throw her friends and family shower since her ward shower was already taken. That shower will be thrown by me this Saturday, in fact.

And I'm happy to shower her. In a friend way. :/ Without water. Just with friendship. ANYWAY. I just couldn't feel happy about gifting lingerie. The idea of someone my age getting frisky - even in a celestial marriage context - is something I'm not entirely sure I trust myself to be fun and friendly and not immature about.

However, in the course of returning said lingerie, I found a stranger I want whoever throws my bridal shower to track down and INVITE. Our conversation went as follows:

Me: "Hey, I need to return this." (awkwardly shoving the fistful of lacy nothingness back at her)

Her: "Oh, awesome! Were there any problems, catches in the fabric, or anything?"

Me: "No... No. We just found something else we liked better to give to her." (yeah, breath mints. Deodorant. ANYTHING.)

Her: "Oooooh. Was it for a bachelorette party?"

Me: "Yeah, actually, it was."

Her: "You know, I'm not from Utah, so it always weirds me out how girls come in here buying lingerie for... not themselves. For like their friends. They don't do that so much other places, but here it's like everyday. It's weird. And I mean, it's cute!" (gestures to the lacy nothingness)

Me: "So cute, right? But -"

Both of us: "Creepy."

Me: "It's probably because the majority of people in Utah aren't having sex until then."

Her: (laughing) "Yeah.. but I mean, I haven't had sex yet. But when I do, I want to be the one buying my lingerie. I don't want other people showing up and being like, I thought of you getting down in this. Here you go."

Me: "Meeee toooo. It's not okay."

Her: "Word up. I will never buy you lingerie."

I'm just saying that a lady's lady business, is not every lady's business.

Also, we had a good talk on my way out about black skinny pants. They flatter. Lingerie gives me the everlovin' willies. DON'T buy it for me. (I'll probably change my mind in a few years.)

Bye. She was wonnnderful.