>Several things that I learned from my experiment with wearing a thong:
- A lot of women wear thongs every day. A lot of women also go shopping and try on pants. That means that it is possible to buy new pants that have had other women’s naked asses in them. I never thought about this before, but it occurred to me today when I stopped off at Ann Taylor Loft to buy a pair of wool pants. When I went into the fitting room, I realized that due to my non-covering undergarment, my whole ass was hanging out, making trying pants on really gross.
- Some pants have labels or security tags sewn into the side. While wearing normal underwear, I never noticed this before. Yet when my whole side was exposed in my thong, the fucking tag scratched at the side of my pants all day. I should really remove the tags in general.
- A thong is oddly much more comfortable than a g-string, even though the ass string is wider on a thong than on a g-string. Maybe the thinner string gets wedged in further or maybe the fabric on the expensive thong made a big difference. It’s a physics mystery to me why it is this way.
- I could never work out in a thong. It is tolerable walking around in one and almost not noticeable while sitting at a desk all day. Running, however, would be a nightmare. I can’t imagine where all the crotch sweat would go, and it seems like chafing would be inevitable. Perhaps I’ll try it another time, but tonight I wound up having dinner with a friend and getting home too late to hit the gym. (She told me a good story about a bathroom in a bar, which I shall share in another post.)
- Although I had some gassy incidents this morning, the thong didn’t reek too badly. I can’t figure it out. Maybe the rhinestone B monogram is a magical fart smell remover. If so, I should get one rhinestone B monogram on all my undies.
Anyhoo, now that the experiment is over, I feel sort of empty. I’ll have to keep trying little experiments. Plus my friend who challenged me promised to take me underwear shopping, so it ain’t over yet.