Side-note:

I found this on my hard drive this morning. I probably wrote this fifteen years ago? Sure.

I know I was living in Anaheim Hills at the time. I wish I could tell you why I'm posting it—again. Perhaps because it's a time capsule, retrieved from its nearly two decade long slumber to remind myself how much of an idiot I am, even if I am making myself giggle uncontrollably as I write things— like this. I was having the time of my life. I assure you.

Side-note, with a side of note:

I was innocently (innocently) looking up briefs underwear—and I found these this morning [pictured above]. What is that? They come in multiple colors. Here is a purchase link. I am just the messenger:

https://www.amazon.com.au/ZONBAILON-Breathable-Spandex-Tagless-Running/dp/B09ZL1TGPD?th=1

Dear Mike,

I want to be a bit more upfront with you about the way I’ve felt lately—and I know that you feel the same way I do considering how close we are, both figuratively and physically. I need you to know that the decisions you make have a profound effect on my happiness and general comfort level… and I must say, your decisions as of late, have inevitably led to a great deal of discomfort and unhappiness on my part: hence this letter (don’t bother trying to understand the logistics—yes, I’m left-handed).

You see, it all started with your latest purchase: a pair of briefs—underwear, at the local designer clothing store. For years now, you have done right by me, taking great care in purchasing what I prefer: boxer briefs. Generally, and in my humble opinion, I think you look far more attractive in them; they are loose and casual, comfortable and dynamic in their flow and adhesiveness—I feel quite at home in them.

Now, I am all about self-exploration. I mean, come on! We’ve had our fair share of creative shenanigans together. You remember that time with the rubber bands?

I certainly want you to try new things, or in this particular case, re-retry new old things that you used to do 20 to 25 years ago when you didn’t have a choice (Christmas was always socks and Fruit of the Loom briefs from mom and dad—hi mom and dad), but I digress.

Look, I was fine when you came home with the first pair of brand new designer briefs from the store a week or two ago, but then, as if to add insult to injury, just a few days ago, YOU. BOUGHT. TWO. MORE. PAIR! What on Earth were you thinking? I feel dizzy and sweaty just thinking about it. It’s like I’m stuck with this decision in much the same manner as I am your leg and I don’t like it!

It’s like my creativity and general comfort level suffocates, as the borders of your briefs draw closer and closer to me with every wash and dry cycle—those 100% cotton abominations of nature! YOU! You should be ashamed. That wedgie you are feeling right now up your fault line is no fault of mine and you know it. Think of the cocoa brown stains that could happen if you weren’t thorough! What would a lady friend think of that? Answer me!

[deep breath] I’m sorry…

I need to know: is it something I did or said? Look, I love you, and I want you to be happy. Talk to me. We can work this out. I just want everything (specifically, underwear) to be more like how they used to be—when the things between us were young, new, fresh, more boxer-brief like, and consensual.

Sincerely,

Your Testicles