Romance for Real Women

As you may have gathered by now, I’m a fan of sexy lingerie. I’m a fan of many other things including books, jewelry, food, wine, and, of course, men. But my love of sexy lingerie is no doubt a reaction to my mother’s insistence on white cotton panties while I was growing up and her (continued) befuddlement on why anyone would want to wear a bra.

Mom came of age during the sixties and enthusiastically embraced all the mores of the time including free love, music, especially Bob Dylan before he went electronic, the pill, alternative lifestyles and social justice. She got rid of her own bra circa 1967 and hasn’t seen the need for one since. (Fortunately, she’s also a vegetarian and very small, so any image you might have of an aged crone with boobs flapping down to her waist is false. You can let go of that right now.)

However, her own outlook meant she never saw a need for bras for her daughters.

This was never a problem for Anne who was and is flat as a board, but Mary, who back then we called “Blessing,” and I needed bras since about the time we were eleven. And, among the many things I’m grateful to my grandmother for is her determined insistence she would provide us with suitable undergarments.

To her credit, Mom didn’t fight her. She merely asked whether we actually desired said undergarments. When we enthusiastically concurred with Granny, she looked a little wistful at what she saw as a betrayal of her own principles. Nevertheless, she bowed to our wishes.

So, off we went to the local department store and into the lingerie department where Granny announced to the sales lady that we were there to get our “first little bras.”

To her credit, the sales lady didn’t burst out laughing since Mary at aged thirteen and I at age twelve were already in B cups.

After being fitted and equipped with four white Playtex bras, Granny told us we could pick one apiece as a special treat.

I looked around the department starry eyed. I’d never seen such stuff, slinky nightgowns in gorgeous colors. Underwear that wasn’t white. And, bras on hangers in red, black, white and camel color with lacy trims. (This was years ago and the department store was conservative, even by the standards of that bygone era.)

Mary and I arrived at the bra display at approximately the same moment. Fortunately, we were different sizes and to our great relief found a siren red bra for each of us. And, Granny, that dear heart, despite her reservations about what Mom would say, made good on her word and bought them for us.

Thus began a lifelong devotion to sexy lingerie. And, although Mary is a very different person than I, she also is a devoted buyer of sexy lingerie and some of the best times we’ve ever shared have been over hangers in the lingerie department.

There it is. My lingerie back story.

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