But there are exceptions. When I had my last surgery and was on some pretty serious activity restrictions imposed by my surgeon, my boyfriend at the time spent the night with me and we agreed it would be best if we actually wore clothes. That night, he dressed chastely in flannel pj pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. When he walked into the room, I was wearing undies and a camisole. He slapped his hand over his eyes and said, "Oh my God, don't let me see you like that!" And in one of those D'oh-in-hindsight moments, I said, "What? All the important parts are covered." So, probably also being stalked by a homicidal maniac.
What's your style say about you?
