houdini

Wearing cute underwear is one of the most important aspects of being a woman. And no, it's not for the reason you think.

Have I got a story for you.

So I'm having a group meeting at my apartment for my Journalism 3 class project the other day- a group composed of myself, another female classmate, and two guys. So we're sitting in my room, just sort of talking, everyone naturally totally engrossed in what they were saying and not listening to anything else.

Then, for some unknown reason, I put my hands to my chest- I think I was trying to emphasize a point or something. So I place my hands there, and feel something under my Beetles t-shirt. Curious, I pull on the collar and peer down, temporarily forgetting all about the three others in my room. Still not sure what I just was feeling, I reach down my shirt...and pull out a pair of bright blue panties.

I almost died.

Naturally, by this point, I've caught the attention of all three of my group member- all who burst out laughing.

"You're like a magician!!!" one of the guys exclaims, "What else have you got down there?!"

Even though this only happened a few days ago, I've already begun to repress the memory, so therefore have no recollection of how I did it, but I somehow managed to pass it off as a shirt.

This still didn't explain a whole lot- like how I could have had a shirt down my shirt the entire day and not noticed- but at least it wasn't as bad as the guys knowing it was a pair of panties.
My question is, how did those panties get down there? And how did I not notice them until 11 o'clock at night? And why, of all things, was it my bright blue underwear? These questions may go down in history with the purpose of Stone Henge or how the pyramids were built. I may never come up with an answer, but it's an experience I'll never forget...

And I have a feeling that neither will my group.