New Undies

I need new undies. 
Mike and I joined our local gym and it has a nice locker room where I shower after a workout. After a few visits I realized that I have the dowdiest panties in the place. Initially I thought it was coincidental that on each visit the women around me were wearing fabulous underwear but as I walked around I realized that ALL of the women we in on it…even the older, wider, droopier women. I have never spent much time considering underwear and have always purchased what I considered to be the relatively “progressive” bikini style. I will admit that it was “Jockey for Her” or “Hanes” in the healthy 100% cotton, but bikini nonetheless. The women here are all wearing panties in nice colors and lots of lace.
In the US there seems to be an endless supply of self-help articles, books and talk shows that provide tips for keeping the romance alive and passion kindled into even the longest of marriages. Public displays of affection are an indulgence of the young and long married couples rarely touch in public. In Spain it is a little different, at the park and pool couples with children are engaged with each other and not just their brood. Walking through the neighborhood one finds many elderly couples walking arm and arm. In Spain romance appears to still be alive and flourishing. Is it something in the water or is it the panties?
In the spirit of travel adventure I am now working up my courage for a trip to my local “Intimissimi”.

3 thoughts on “New Undies”

  1. one of the kids did take the pik although i must admit that it was taken last fall in madison. i have not worn a sweater since our arrival in barcelona. too, too hot.

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