In September 2018 I went to a Sunday afternoon party in Sausalito. As it was a casual get together with friends, I donned a simple top and black skinny jeans. At one point towards the end, I crossed my legs and noticed a lump behind one knee. Mystified as to what it was, I immediately excused myself, headed to the bathroom, unfastened my pants and discovered a pair of tightly tucked Commando underwear. Being ultrasensitive on all fronts and having a keen eye, how I missed the feel and visual of the bulge when getting dressed and socializing is utterly perplexing. Then add how it got there. Anyway, I looked at myself in the mirror, said OOPS, smiled, and started laughing. Emerging from the bathroom, I wondered if anyone else noticed. I kept silently laughing as it didn’t matter.
