Three minutes...

So, I was talking to a very good and wise friend about various things, as we do, and the subject came up about underwear and the three minute rule. What? You don’t know what the three minute rule is?  To be honest, I didn’t know about it either. We were talking about underwear and how you may notice it on someone and wonder how comfortable it is or isn’t but essentially after three minutes it’s no longer an interesting topic and underwear is just underwear. It is probably even more so a three minute deal when you live with someone all the time and what’s covering a derriere is same old same old so a three minute look sums up the interest level.

 

I dunno. I think I want more when it comes to underwear consideration time when it comes to important to look at underwear be they on significant others or sexy men. I don’t want to be restricted to a glance or a seen-it-all-before-look. I believe when it comes to the perusal of underwear there should be no rules. Just my thoughts as someone who constantly wanders around the house in my underwear for longer than three minutes. I couldn't live with someone who was timing me and my underwear.


Say no to rules.

Pretty gifts...

As usual, I was out attempting to be all healthy and fit like running along the Cairns Esplanade this morning. As I ran along, this really muscular, runner-type bloke, no shirt, just wearing running shorts and track shoes came level with me and smiled and said ‘Hello, How are you?’ My response was ‘Sweaty but not dead.’ He jogged with me for a while then smiled again, said ‘see ya’ and he shot off. See how much fun the universal is? It’s sends you pretty gods when you least expect it.  And while how someone looks is not important to me, it was nice to have a pretty gift for a moment.