6 A.M. my alarm goes off for the second time.
I’ve got an important meeting with a pair of high-profile clients who are looking to invest in some new tech stocks, but they might not be completely sold on it yet. That’s okay, though, I know it’s just a matter of time.
I’m in and out of the shower in a few minutes and I open the drawer to put on my underwear…
Wait a second. I knew I had some clean undershirts in here. I walk back over to the bed to ask my girlfriend if she has seen them. But as I slightly pull the covers back to see her face, I see the top of her shoulder caressed in the soft organic Egyptian cotton of one of my Moseri undershirts.
At first I’m a bit irritated, so I pull the covers down a bit further to her waist. Sure enough, there is my undershirt, the borderless design fitting seamlessly on her torso and hugging all of her curves. The signature underarm piping can’t be confused.
It really gets to me that she’s constantly stealing them to wear them all around the house. Especially considering the fact that she has her own full closet of clothing. Although, I do have to admit that she wears those undershirts very well. Sometimes, she will even steal one right in front of me. Of course, I say something about it.
“So you’re just going to keep wearing my shirts?”
She smiles. “Well, do you want me to take it off?” She adjusts the smooth cotton. “You’ve got to get more of these Moseri undershirt things…”
But I can’t stand here all morning thinking about it, I’ve got a meeting to get to. I rush over to the laundry room to see if I have any more clean organic Egyptian cotton undershirts. Unfortunately, not a single one besides the one that is currently on my girlfriend.
So I go back to the room and carefully slide the shirt off her.
Perhaps the meeting can wait?