Happy?

Happy was the word on the pair of french style panties the male worker at Victoria Secrets was folding. Are there such things as french style panties? Was the job market so bad that this guy had decided a career in the fashion undergarment industry looked like the next step up the ladder to success or did this person only have a purely perverted fetish with women's lingere. The answer was not immediately apparent. The man just stood there folding pair after pair of underwear with an insect calm as if he was at the laundrymat putting together his freshly dried clothes. Pretty busy in here right now, not sure why everyone is bitching about the state of the economy, there must be at least a hundred and fifty women in here culling through the bins of multi discounted clothes attempting to find some combination, some connection that will reinforce the mild nausea many women possibly feel when heading out amongst the general population who judge, comment, and laugh in small groups about the so called short comings of the not so beautiful people.

Maybe that is why this place is so crowded, all those hot, starved, well tanned and coke binging international models from the lingerie catalog could hopefully transcend some of there goddess like looks to the not so fortunate. What a house of cards that has been built in this 21st society to the point people are even self conscious about their underwear or maybe some people just enjoy dressing up in sexy intimate apparel, the friend I am with at the time looks pretty good in everything she tries on, which gives me all the more reason to buy into this construct, still there are a group of guys over in the corner looking at baby doll dresses, not sure if it is for some practical joke they are going to play a bachelor, possibly something for the strippers to wear at the party, or venture into the realm of cross dressing at the next white party. Either way the guys looked confused, unsure, and possibly embarassed at the endeavor in general as if the other women in the place might be thinking the same thing I was thinking, so I walked over and commented how it would look good on him, they pretended to laugh, but were out of there a few minutes later, guess the soon to be bride's wedding night attire would have to be bought by someone with a bit more self confidence.

There are a of couple boyfriends or husbands helping their wives and or girlfriends look through the panties, nothing wrong with that, might as well at least let them know what you think, make them feel comfortable with putting on a small thong that goes up their ass and covers a small triangle of their vaginal area. Though it appears one of the guys is getting into quite a bit more than the others, really culling his way amongst the bins, inspecting them as if hoping to gain some previously unfound insight, maybe a scent or color pattern that might turn him on more than the rest, the idea of him putting the panties on over his head crossed my mind or a possible deep inhale with them on his face, potentially even the frozen frame of him molding them in front of a mirror when the women was away; this visual made me laugh in disgust knowing that there was a bit of truth in all those ideas. My friend has bought her underwear and we left as the man still sat there folding more panties passing away the time, paralyized, desensitized or even possibly happy at the fate life had dealt him up to this point, a lot of people could not even get his job, so that has to count for something.