So this is a thought, only a small Gothic thought, but one that needs addressing I think.
Well, not literally but, in a kind of, 'woops there go me knickers vicar' sort of way. Bridget Jones had big ones, Tippler is going commando in the Big Blogger house and, I do so worry about the repair costs for Mr Farty. However, my question is this.... *pauses*
(perhaps I'd better set the scene so you can prepare your answer correctly)
You meet a partner, they seem perfect - amazing what a few drinks will do - and so you decide to get naked and lovely. You start to undress your perfect partner and all is going splendidly when....
It's the underwear moment. The make love or make a run for the door moment.
What tickles your fancy? Or makes you run for the hills, screaming 'Fucking Hell - NOOOOOOOOO'?