Finding It
And Satisfying My Hunger for Life without Opening the Fridge
Introduction
I shouldn't have been offended when my boyfriend Tom walked in on me and commented on my underwear. But I was. Most women would agree -- and may even have had the same conversation. I was cleaning out my dresser drawers as I packed for a weekend trip to Laguna Beach for my forty-ninth birthday. Tom came in and began sifting through a pile of tâ??shirts, bras, and underwear that I put on the bed in a "discard" pile. Without asking what I was doing, he jumped into the middle of the process and came up holding a pair of skin-colored panties as if they were fresh roadkill.
"I hope you aren't going to bring these to the beach," he said.
"As a matter of fact, no, I wasn't," I said. "They're being thrown out, along with everything else in that pile." Still, I was curious what he had against them, a perfectly nice pair of underwear.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked.
"They're granny panties," he said.
Granny panties? I gave him a look that said, "Oh, really, buster. You think so?" I had just spent nearly two years having ... read full excerpt from: Finding It: And Satisfying My Hunger for Life without Opening the Fridge ebook