The year is 2020 and it can only be described as the “never saw it coming” year. This was supposed to be the year I put myself out there and date. And by putting me out there I mean being intentional by going out with my female friends and taking up some hobbies that would have me meeting new people.

I was ready.

Then BAM!

Coronavirus AKA COVID-19 debut and life as we know it changed. Words like a national emergency, pandemic, social distancing, quarantine, and curfew were now a daily part of our conversations. Essential bring my goal of frolicking and dating to a screeching halt. This sudden change meant that I had to take another approach to this whole dating game. Beforehand, 99% of the dates I went on were purely for a great meal and nothing else. Shoots 90% of the superficial friendships with men I maintained was strictly for the free food and drinks I’d be treated to. The more I examined my behavior the more I realized I was a ‘food digger’. For those of you who don’t know, a food digger is a female that dates, establishes, and maintains relationships with the sole purpose to eat and get food at someone else’s expense. I always and still do say that the way to my heart is through my stomach and there is nothing sexier than a man who can put it down in the kitchen. And I really mean that! The sad part was that I had become too focused on the free meal part of things with little to no interest in the man offering these things.

COVID-19 changed all of that for me. I was still able to meet people and hang out but this was all done virtually and at my expense. I had to now stock my cupboards with the drinks of my choice and started cooking a whole lot more. Something about this virtual dating just didn’t sit right with the food digger in me. But several weeks in, I have adapted to this new norm and quite frankly I’m enjoying it too. I’ve had the pleasure of spending a copious amount of conversations. Ranging from the deep and meaningful to the fun and trivial. I’ve got the opportunity to really get to know some people beyond just the surface-level BS that one usually encounters when dating. I’ve removed myself from relationships that were draining and quite frankly of no benefit, other than Friday night drinks. I’ve experienced a man telling me that he likes me but doesn’t see a future with me and I’ve experienced the strengthening of genuine friendships.

COVID-19 has changed so much in and around me. And I’d be the first to admit that those changes were necessary and beneficial. There is so much truth in the old adage that growth requires separation and that real growth happens when you step out of your comfort zone.

2020 has been a phenomenal year. I didn’t enjoy all the unexpected changes however, I have a newfound appreciation for the people and things around me.

The goal of the dating game has changed.

If I had $5 for every time I heard a woman say she doesn’t need or purchase lingerie, it’s a waste of time and money because it’s only on for a few minutes, I’d be filthy rich.

Yes, I wear lingerie for my man but more importantly I wear it for myself! The confidence boost from sexy underwear can only be described as orgasmic for me. It adds a lot more pep to my step and swaying to my hips. Lingerie makes me feel good physically and makes me feel capable of facing and conquering any challenges brought on by the day.

Something about the feel of it against my skin…

Sexy lingerie and a great pair of heels are my go to.

I grew up in a household where the women wore slips. To my young mind this was the epitome of being a lady and womanhood. Some were a combination of lace and sateen and others were just sateen, no matter the material I loved them all. I love all of what it represented to my young mind.

I got my first thong underwear on my 15^th birthday. I remember these thongs as clear as day, one was black lace with a little bow in the front and the other was lace and sateen combination in leopard print. The latter spoke to my very core. Slipping into it and staring at myself in the mirror, I stood taller and jutted out my chin. This kindled a confidence that I truly didn’t understand but one that thoroughly enjoyed. These thongs were the most beautiful things I had ever owned. Sure no one knew what I had on under my clothing but that’s was fine. I knew what I had on! This was my secret and mine alone.

This introduction to blatantly sexy combined with my affinity to that old school ladylike slips spun a deep love and appreciation for lingerie.  I love sexy underwear! Whether it’s made from silk or sateen or even cotton, I love them all.

Multi colored and bold colors always capture my attention, and when it’s against melanated skin I feel like a Goddess! And I just want to sparkle and shine.

Black or red are for when I’m channeling my inner vixen. She’s almost always there, simmering beneath the surface ready to unleash. But in these colors she’s unstoppable.

Pastel demure colors soothes me. They’re serviceable, sensible, comfortable and necessary.

Whites, I admire from afar. They’re neither a necessity nor favorite. I do however appreciate the stark contrast against my body.

So when the thought of purchasing and wearing lingerie comes to mind, never see it as a waste! Think of how that particular piece makes you feel! Think of how that material feels against your skin. That instant confidence boost. And least I forget, just how stunning you look in it.

Don’t ever forget to strut your stuff in front of the mirror and appreciate your beautiful body adorned in sexy beautiful lingerie.