Due to poor planning on my part (a run at an indoor track, with no extra pair of underwear for the ride home), I ended up wearing my work pants and nothing else under them.
The whole trip back–walking to the subway, standing on the train, walking from the subway–I could only think of 2 things:
- When Joey wears all of Chandler’s clothes–commando.
- Could anyone tell I didn’t have on underwear?
I’m almost certain the second one was silly; of course strangers couldn’t somehow “sense” there was nothing between my pants and my skin. Yet it felt daring to go about my business without underwear on.
Do I realize how lame my life sounds if the excitement for the week is forgoing underpants?
But isn’t it a little sexy, too? Well, Ross thinks so.