Discussion in 'Components, Accessories and Clothing' started by double0jedi, 1 Mar 2018.
I am going to have to carefully think about what to wear when I am in the pool in the morning.
We’ll be the judge of that.
Ugh. Wife has hidden all my trunks and jammers, so I had to buy these tiny French things. I won’t bother to describe them, the name says it all...”Zeus”.
You really don't.
Just to be clear, none of my negative remarks were about you. They were directed at hypothetical men - oh, and Milzy too, apparently.
Speaking of Milzy ...
You probably wouldn't, you know. The more a man has something .... um ... worth "showing off", the less of a need he will have to actually display it.
Aside: this reminds of a moment in a previous career, when I was working at city bank. We weren't client facing, but we had a dress requirement. We also had flexible hours, so when I arrived in kit well before the time I had to be there, a couple of colleagues who had arrived much earlier told me they needed something from me to do their jobs. I didn't want to stop them working, so instead of heading to the shower, I sat at my desk and provided it. Then my team leader came by, and told me I wasn't suitably dressed for the office!
It would have been less annoying, if my team leader - though he obeyed the minimum dress requirements - didn't always look like he'd wrestled a bear on the way to work.
There is one of my colleagues who always makes fun of how I look in my cycling gear. She also says I look hot when I've dressed smartly and brushed my hair. I think she might have a bit of a thing for me though, she walks home with me and is always asking me to go to lunch with her. It's a bit weird because she is senior to me and has just had an interview for a promotion so could soon be my line manager.
Get in there.
I did. We're married with a child.
Kinky, you should deffo buy her lunch. You may end up been her sex slave.
I have a friend who has a son that's a fashion designer, and he specializes in swimwear. Teeny. Tiny. Swimwear. He designs other things but when I go to his website I am instantly bombarded with packages (and not from USPS!) I'm like, "Rita, can you tell him to knock it off with the banana hammocks on front page? I just wanna buy a blouse!"
I put a lot of this angst down to the (relatively recent) identification of cycling with cycling-sport. Way back in the 70s and 80s my memory is that the only people who wore proper cycling shorts (complete with crunchy chamois) were people who belonged to cycling clubs. These were strange shady organisations and the general perception of them was that you had to be insanely fit and/or have a very expensive bike to belong to one. The rest of us just wore clothes. I generally rode in tracky bottoms from Woolworths, which I knocked around in a lot anyway or shorts from Millets or somewhere like that. I remember once I had a yellow jumper, probably from BHS or somewhere, that we joked about being "the yellow jersey" on one tour.
But now, for good or ill, cycling clubs are much more open affairs and cycling and cyclosport have converged in the public mind and nearly everyone dresses in racing gear. And with that comes the crotch angst and lycra neurosis that fuels this thread.
Are you saying naturists aren't normal people.
Where was this Outer Mongolia ?
Well I'm quite normal, but I can't vouch for all the rest
Close. West Midlands.
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