I walk around in my bra and panties in the house. Yesterday, it pushed my man too far.
Guest blogger MILF Mommy: First of all, I'm going to start off by saying that I wear sweats and a T-shirt to the gym, a full bikini bottom to the beach, and unless I'm playing tennis, I wouldn't be caught dead in a mini-skirt. However, I do sometimes walk around in just a bra and panties in my own home. I'm not going to take the garbage out like that or anything, but ya know, I like to be sexy for my guy and frankly, I don't think about what I have on (or not) that much.
OK. So yesterday morning at roughly 6:20 AM (it's still kind of dark out), I am getting dressed for work and run to the bathroom through the hallway ... in just my bra and panties. The hallway is somewhat exposed to the apartment building next door, but I'm thinking no one is up at this time, and whoever is probably isn't staring out their window. So, no biggie, right? Wrong, according to my boyfriend who says, "OMG. Put some F***NG clothes on! What are you DOING?" Huh? First I thought he was kidding, but when I looked at the intensity (and disgust) on his face, I realized he was for real. Ummm... First of all, please don't talk to me that way. Second of all, what the hell is the big deal? I walk around in my bikini on the beach with the same amount of skin exposed, and many more people see me like that than at 6:20 AM when it's still dark out for one brief second. I stormed out of the house pissed off.
We talked about it later that night over dinner:
Me: Do you have an issue with me walking around in my own home in my underwear?
Him: I don't want to be with someone who is an exhibitionist! I think it's weird you'd walk around like that. It's like you're clueless about your neighbors.
Me: This is your issue. You don't like it for some reason ... you are protective over me.
Him: NO. You're wrong. Why would you walk around like that?
Me: OK, could you just talk to me differently, without making me feel like a kid?
Him: Well, you acted like one.
Me: So you don't think you treated me like a kid, and talked to me disrespectfully?
Me: And you don't think this is your issue?
Me (Getting angrier because I'm trying to get something out of him and he's not giving me jack s**t) Huh, that's funny you calling me a kid. You sit on the couch all day playing Guitar Hero while burping and farting. Ha!
Him: Oh OK, good argument!
Me: (Picking up plates) Is it OK that I walk into the kitchen in this outfit (sweats and a tank) or should I go put something on, like my ski suit?
He got up from the table, picked up his fake guitar and started playing Guitar Hero. And when it was time to go to bed, I put on a full sweat suit. Hey, if he doesn't like me being the sexy person I am, he's not getting any.
Who's right in this fight?