This weekend, my boyfriend took me to a New Jersey mall…and I didn’t automatically break-up with him. Surprising I know. I was commissioned to help him pick out some shirts, of course I said yes. If anyone strokes my fashion ego, I’m like buttah.

I even overlooked the horrifying comment that, “We should pretend to shop for wedding rings.” That was a tough one. I stood there all agape like he was wielding an ax or something. Yuck. Sorry about the tangent, I had to get that off my chest. It has been freaking me out all day. If you have any advice about this one, please feel free to comment.

However, we can talk about Mary’s adventures in sheer terror later, right now I want to share what I learned about boys and lingerie at the mall….in New Jersey. I pulled the boy into Victoria’s Secret for two reasons, the first being to distract him from the fact that by this point I was sweating heavily, secondly I had a yen for some “Sexy, Little Things.” While I had him in the store, I took the opportunity to ask him about kind of lingerie got him all hot and bothered. Read More »