I am footloose and fancy free. I guess one of those qualifying questions that defines a man’s personality is the ole boxer or brief question. The wearer of boxers are typically free spirits whereas brief wearers tend to be more conservative. It is the Democrat vs Republican of the undergarment world. The boxer brief hybrid would be more of a brokerage party in the centre that tries to grab votes from both: The Liberal Party of Canada.
The thing with both the boxer and brief that make them tough to wear for huskier gentleman is a phenomenon known as chub rub. When you’ve got friction those underwears don’t provide that friction barrier. I think if you could harness the heat down there, it could be the solution to our current energy crisis. I had to switch to the boxer brief which provides for protection.
I recently ran out of boxer briefs which signals laundry time for me. I went out on a limb and slipped on a pair of briefs that I had in my top drawer. I have three pairs of briefs that I used to wear when I didn’t wanted those dreaded panty lines. I bought them initially to wear under my tuxedo at my wedding. They felt good. I slid across the room in a closeted Tom Cruise manner. I did some running on the spot. Some stretches. Not much friction. I wore them for the day. Not bad. Lots of support. I felt pride. My weight loss opened up a new world of gotchies.
The next day I thought, what about those boxers that have not seen the light of day in several years? I slipped them on. They fit. Not too constricting in the leg holes. A couple of attempted toe touches. So for so good. I put my shorts over top. I will tell you, this revelation is the best part of Operation 180 so far. Yeah, lower chlolesterol. Adding years to my life. All good things but the freedom of boxers. That is something else.
I will still wear boxer briefs to workout. This transition only has one apex. Commando. One can dream.
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