Regardless of whether I’m going to work, school or the
grocery store, I like to feel good. While I don’t usually pile on makeup, I’ll
throw on some lip gloss or mascara and try to make myself look presentable. I
think it’s important to feel good about yourself whenever possible, and while I
have more hang ups than an art gallery, I usually get the job done by wearing
clothes/jewelry/shoes/whatever that make me feel pretty.
It is for this reason and this reason alone that I own a lot
of pretty underwear. Any woman will tell you, pretty underwear make you feel
pretty. Unfortunately for my butt, it can also leave you looking absolutely
effing hilarious.
Before you hop on your soapbox and lecture me about the
dangers of tanning, let me assure you that I’m well aware of the research,
findings and warnings that are associated with tanning. But, like wearing my
fancy underpants, it makes me feel really good and it also helps me clear up
some of the problems I have with my skin – so I do it. ‘Nuff said.
Even when laying (or standing) in a bed at a tanning salon,
I absolutely refuse to go nudie. If you’ve ever had a sunburnt ass, you know
why. I pack a pair of bikini bottoms in my purse any time I know I’m dropping
into the salon across the street from work to make sure I’ve got full-bottom
coverage.
Except for last week when I forgot. And then, in a moment of
pure brilliance I decided to wear
the lacy underwear I happened to be wearing into the tanning bed. Everything was fine and dandy
when I got out. I wiped the tanning lotion off, rubbed some moisturizer in and ran
across the street to finish my day at work.
My first mistake was using tingle-y lotion. I sat at work
for 2 hours with itchy arms and legs, but the itch wore off around quitting
time so I figured I was in the clear. The rest of the afternoon went by like
any other, but as evening set in I started to get increasingly uncomfortable so
I decided to have a bath. My itchy arms, legs, belly and back had long since gone
but I had a new, super-annoying itch.
My butt cheeks.
I got undressed for my bath and decided to check myself out,
and that’s when I saw it: a delicate, floral lace pattern sunburned onto my
otherwise pasty-white ass. Red laughed at me, and the redness stuck around for
about 3 days before fading to a light brown.
Lace patterns on my butt are best left to overpriced
undergarments, it would appear.
Oh, and that tingly lotion sticks around: just ask Red about how red he was post-snuggles when I forgot I had it on. Oops!
