Unexpected Signs of Great Relationships
By: Reed Walton
It sounds funny, but I knew my guy was a keeper because of underwear.
And I’m not even talking my most seductive, bejeweled (and staggeringly expensive) attention-grabber thong. Far from it–the revelation came over an embarrassing pair of grannylicious cotton period panties.
Ladies, you know what I’m talking about.
Somehow, these incriminating undergarments ended up mixed in with my boyfriend’s laundry. We didn’t live together then, so they must have taken a ride in one of my overnight bags. I was struck dumb when he pulled them out of the pile, holding them with two fingers as one would a dirty Kleenex, and said, “I think these are yours.”
I nodded, trying not to cringe too visibly.
But what he did next threw me for a very pleasant loop. He pulled open his own underwear drawer–the sanctum sanctorum of grubby maleness–and dropped my briefs right in.
“I’ll just keep them here in case you need them,” he said.
Have you ever gotten a surprise “A” on a test you felt sure you were going to fail? Yeah, that’s pretty much how I felt right then.
To be fair, though, the test was my boyfriend’s, and he passed like a champ. Most women are aware of the fine line they must walk–between revealing too little and revealing too much–at the beginning of a relationship. As the relationship unfolds, you begin to take notice of the little “milestones” that can indicate whether your partner accepts you as you are, or perhaps has some unrealistic expectations.
For instance, one of my good friends has been with her boyfriend for over a year–they even live together–but he still gets indignant when they’re alone, chilling on the couch, and she passes gas.
When they’re alone. Together.
He insists that “ladies should excuse themselves to the bathroom if they have to do that.”
However, it’s apparently perfectly fine for him to butt-babble in front of her, God and everybody. Well, ladies, I don’t know about you, but if that’s the case I’d have some days when I’d spend more time “excusing myself to the bathroom” than in my man’s company. I mean, you don’t have to audibly blow the bum trumpet on the first date or anything, but after a while, a guy’s going to have to get used to the fact that you are just as human as he is.
Of course, there will always be personal things that members of a couple want to keep personal. Maybe you don’t invite him into the bathroom while you put cr?me bleach on your upper lip and tweeze stray bikini hairs. He’s not likely to invite you to ogle his Jessica Alba screensaver or help him rub Rogaine on the back of his head. That’s perfectly all right, I say–it’s part of the mystique that makes fairly new relationships so alluring.
But if he sails through that first fart, that first box of tampons left under his sink, that first pair of stained undies, and barely bats an eye, I think you’ve got yourself a winner.