My husband and I played a game last night where he wrote six questions on little pieces of paper and we picked them out of a hat, of sorts –well, it was a soap dish but not one we were currently using. The aim of the game was to answer the question with the first thought that came to your mind and give details or share memories related to the question. It is now my turn to come up with our questions for our next game.
I have one of my questions, but I thought it wasn’t fair to limit this gem to just him, so here we go: What is the best advice you have ever received? Remember, it’s the first thing that comes to your mind. Here’s mine:
Wear A Bra.
Back-story: I was 21 years old and a girl I worked with and I didn’t have special someone’s that particular Valentines Day, so we opted to go to a friend’s Valentine’s Loser Party. Obviously, it was a party for all those people without dates on Valentine’s Day. Dawn was hoping to meet a nice guy and there were plenty of eligible bachelor’s, but reeeallly, who wants to date a guy that took himself to a loser party? You don’t want to eat a restaurant with no cars in the parking lot, right? Why would you go for a guy who is a dateless and a self-proclaimed “loser”? Yes, I went-but it was for the beer.
I am not a big fan of fabricated holidays created by “the man” to guilt people into expressions of love that they wouldn’t normally express on any given Tuesday-I’m pretty passionate about this one-don’t get me started.
I was at her apartment waiting for her to get ready. She had just finished her shower and opened the bathroom door wearing a long robe. She looked at me, paused, then abruptly opened the robe to reveal her chest, which I could best describe as “rocks in socks”, loooong tube socks and little bitty rocks, to be exact. She said firmly “Wear A Bra”, closed her robe and went back in to the bathroom.
She was 20 but when she was 18 she had a son and nursed him during a scorching Riverside summer. It was hot and she was sweaty and not once thought about wearing a bra. Newton’s laws of gravity were yet again proved when she was left with what she referred to as pancake boobs. She literally had to roll those things up and tuck them away into her bra every day.
Not only was the image BURNED into my mind, but from that day forward I have worn some sort of bra 22-23 hours of my day and without going into gross old lady detail, the girls are all right. My teenager knows the origins of my advice and the details of the story have appropriately freaked her out to the point that she will not go without, at least, jog bra. I think it is safe to say she will pass on my sage advice to her children and my granddaughters and their granddaughters will be tight and right for generations to come.
Your best advice-go!