1/30/2011

What Lies Underneath

Story Submitted by Carrie:

It was my second date with Mark and he had agreed to pick me up at my house.  Our first date had gone well, and I liked him.  He showed up early and I told him to make himself at home in the living room while I finished blow-drying my hair in the bathroom.

When I was done, I returned to the living room.  He wasn't there.  Was he in the bathroom?  Nope.  I looked in the kitchen, too.  Where was he?  I called for him.  No answer.  I looked in the living room again. No sign of him.

I heard the sound of a door closing in the direction of my bedroom.  Then, the sound of fast footsteps and the bathroom door closing.  I went to the bathroom and asked Mark if he was okay.  He said he was and asked for a minute to finish up in the bathroom.

I waited for him in the living room, and he returned from the bathroom with a smile.  All was set for our second date.

It went all right.  Mark was a bit more self-involved and arrogant this time around, and I found myself looking forward to the end of the evening.

He dropped me off and I changed for bed and found that he had rifled through my underwear drawer.  No doubt about it.  In fact, one of my favorite pairs was missing.

I remembered hearing what sounded like him going from my room to the bathroom earlier that evening, and so I called him up and asked him, "Hey, just curious, did anything that belongs in my bedroom somehow end up with you?"  I was sure to ask it that way to give him a way out of confessing outright.  I wanted my underwear back, but I felt that embarrassing him would've been a mistake.

He paused before responding, "Yeah.  I can give them back tomorrow."

I said, "Can you get them back to me tonight?"

He said, "I'm wearing them."

I was shocked into silence.  He went on, "I'll put them in the wash and bring them over tomorrow."

I was quiet for so long that he asked, "Hello?"

I said, "You're wearing them?  What the fuck?"

He replied, "Yeah.  I'll bring them back tomorrow.  Washed and dried."

I had nothing to say beyond, "Okay."

He returned them crumpled in a ball inside of a plastic grocery bag on my porch.  I washed them three times before I felt comfortable wearing them again.  Of course, Mark and I never went out on another date.

8 comments:

  1. I think I would of just bought and identical pair. Nope I know I would have.

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  2. Unless the were La Perla or something I wouldn't even have considered wearing them again.

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  3. yep. I would have washed them with gasoline...and fire.

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  4. I would have considered them lost forever if I thought some creepy guy took them and cut all contact.

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  5. Five stars, minus one star for ever, EVER wearing them again.

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  6. I don't think I would have even wanted an identical pair - they would only remind me of that creeper...

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  7. I can't believe that she actually wore them AGAIN!!! I think that phone conversation would have gone completely different as in telling him he can just keep them and lose my number and forget my address!!!

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  8. Totes knew he'd be wearing them.

    Also, men wearing ladies panties kinda turns me on, but I agree that it's bad form to steal your dates undies only the second time you go out.

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