Bra shopping in Stuff

We took the T to the Pru. It’s easier than trying to park anywhere near there. The stop is not exactly close to the store I wanted to go to, so we had to walk a bit through a mall. We stopped and had some Ben & Jerry’s. Ice cream before dinner, one more thing I like about him.

We went to the store. Rigby and Peller. It used to be called “Intimate” which was much easier to remember. It’s a little on the expensive side but hands down the most comfortable bras I’ve ever worn. I basically wanted three more of the same style I’ve been wearing. Nice and easy. I wear a 34A which I know from experience isn’t the most common size, but it’s not really uncommon either. Three different colors, $123 each, but worth it because I won’t have to go bra shopping again for five years.

Ron seemed impressed with how decisive I was about it, but it’s not because I’m not picky about bras, quite the opposite. It’s because I’ve been so picky about them my whole life that when I finally found this one bra that I like, it’s all I’ll buy.

We had dinner at a bar/restaurant that was loud and filled with college kids, but I can’t complain because I picked it. Then we went back to his place. I felt like we were in the same rut we’ve been it. Every time we hang out we do something together and then have sex. This isn’t a bad thing. I’m just looking for either more or less. More: a real relationship. Less: sex for sex’s sake without pretending there’s more to it. What we have right now is confusing.