A few days ago, I was hanging out at my boyfriend’s place after a brutal afternoon of conditioning. We were just relaxing, and at some point, he helped me out of my sports bra so I could actually breathe and decompress. I ended up passing out for a solid power nap, but when I woke up, I realized I was already behind schedule for a team meeting.
I started tearing his room apart looking for it—checking under the pillows, behind the headboard, everywhere. I looked at him, totally exasperated, and said, "Alright, seriously, where did you put it?" He just gave me this playful, mischievous grin and said, "I have no idea what you're talking about. I think you're just imagining things." I didn't have time to argue, so I had to throw my heavy sweatshirt on over nothing and sprint out the door. Let's just say, the walk across campus was definitely not the most supportive experience.
That bra was high-end gear—one of those $70 athletic ones that actually stays put during a sprint—and I've been asking for it back ever since. He finally sent me a "hostage photo" of it hanging from his rearview mirror, but when I told him to bring it over, he just laughed and said, "Finders keepers. It’s mine now." He’s mentioned before that he loves having things that smell like me, and he’s even joked about wanting to keep a pair of my lace undies, which I thought was just talk until now.
I love that he’s obsessed with me and wants a "trophy" of sorts, and I don't want to be the buzzkill who ruins the flirtatious vibe. But as an athlete, I have a very specific rotation for my gear! I’m currently stuck between thinking it’s incredibly hot that he wants my scent around and being annoyed that I’m one bra short for my morning lift. I really don't want to drop another $70 just because he’s decided my laundry is his new collection.