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The Great Underwear Debate.

I love buying underwear. I try to wear nice underwear everyday, not simply because I might get hit by a bus or I might cop off with someone. No no, it just makes me feel better as I go about my everyday life. It doesnt matter if my hairs a bit windswept or Im feeling fat, if Im wearing nice underwear I can maintain a certain sense of personal pride.

However, every time I step into the lingerie section, I am faced with a great question, it weighs on my mind and hinders my purchase.

Cute or sexy?

Sexy or cute?

The bright orange knickers with the bicycle pattern or the dark coloured lacy little number? So many questions are raised.

And so I stand back and I try to decide which underwear best sums me up as a person. The bright orange knickers would reflect my fun side, a sense of humour and would go with cute little retro tshirts and drainpipe jeans. The frilly French knickers would showcase my feminine side and would look smashing with stockings and suspenders.

Then I think about men and what I think they might like, then I think fuck men, its my choice!. There have been numerous occasions when Ive splashed out on something really sexy for a night with a boy only to discover that he doesnt even notice and would rather remove said item of clothing.

But then there was the incident where a baby blue thong with a picture of a kitten and a duckling on the front upset a man so much that the mood was lost and no sex was had.

I look fondly at my favourite knickers, theyre bright pink and covered in Flying V guitars and I ask myself, do I need to grow up a bit? So I pick up my sheer red net thong with the tiny black bow and I think, is this too slutty?. I move on to the plain black thong but it just doesnt feel special.

So, Im back to the start.

Somedays I think that Im making life a little more complicated than it need be.