Sunday was a gorgeous day, so my boyfriend Michael and I headed to Times Square to feast on Tony DiNapoli’s on 43rd street. And when I say feast, I mean we turned into gluttonous human beings with no regard for how much we ate! Tony’s is family-style Italian and yet we finished every single morsel of our chicken parm that looked like it must have come from a chicken the size of Foghorn Leghorn.
Then we needed to walk, or risk exploding. So we walked down to Victoria’s Secret in Herald Square. I’ve never been lingerie shopping with a guy before. It was a first for me. It was a unique experience to say the least…
The midtown Victoria’s Secret is enormous…
Two huge floors of nothing but bras and panties in every conceivable color and lingerie in all kinds of configurations. Even I was overwhelmed with the choices and I shop there all the time. Watching Michael’s face was a whole lot of fun. He looked awed and almost frightened, but it was his job to pick out one thing for our vacation (for me, not him:). So after wandering the floors for a half hour, guess how many things he picked out? ONE. One peach-colored teddy. Thankfully it fit, otherwise it would have been a disappointing trip for him.
Or would it?
I think he was just enjoying being surrounded by all the lacy unmentionables! And my partner Jim wanted to know what that was like so we called up Michael this morning to pull back the Victoria’s Secret veil…
And we wanted to know from the ladies this morning… what are the top reasons you wouldn’t bring your man shopping at Victoria’s Secret? Sound off in the comments section below!
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