Wednesday, October 17, 2012

A Man's Sweatshirt

Lawn Boy and I recently took our children to a fall festival at his church.  It was the first truly fall-like day of the season.  My children and I, having left the house early in the morning, heading to church ourselves first, then on to LB's house, were not properly prepared to spend the day outside.  All three of us, when we packed our "play clothes" in the bag for the day, had assumed it would warm up.

As a result, I found myself borrowing a sweatshirt from him. 

There is just something about wearing a sweatshirt that belongs to a man. 

I swam and I do mean SWAM in it. It was so big that I actually turned to him at one point and asked if the sweatshirt fit him or was too big.  He told me it was tight.

I was caught off guard.  Lawn Boy, who stands just shy of 6 feet, is the shortest man I've ever dated... by a lot! He works out regularly, lifting weights and is in good shape, but I subconsciously, or even consciously, never realized he was THAT much bigger than me.  When I wear heels, I feel like I look him in the eye. Combine that with my self image issues and I guess I just never considered his broadness.

I'm by no means petite and I'm not ashamed to say I like to be with men who make me feel small and feminine.

That was how I felt in his sweatshirt... small and feminine.  

And when we inadvertently ran into his ex sister-in-law and I ended up meeting her when I have not yet had the chance to meet his ex, well, I was glad to be covered from knees to chin.  She can't go back to her sister and report on my size ~ and she totally should... it's Sister Code ~ because she couldn't actually see me.

There is just something about being curled inside a man's sweatshirt.

I'd forgotten how much I missed it.

10 comments:

Liz @ A Nut in a Nutshell said...

I'm smiling with joy for you. I can't help it.

Diane said...

I know exactly what you mean. To me, there is something oddly intimate about it. Like I've had men I'm not dating offer me sweatshirts/jackets before and felt a little hesitant to accept them, even though I was freezing.

So glad you are happy! :)

doseofreality said...

Oh, how wonderful!! There is nothing like that feeling. So happy for you!

Erin said...

Yes, there is something nice about it. I also like when the shirt smells nice too :)

Not a Perfect Mom said...

when Eric and I were dating I used to love keeping one of his big shirts and sleeping in it...to remember his smell...
oh, those were the days...

DysFUNctional Mom said...

Mmm, I love that feeling.
My B has ENORMOUS broad linebacker shoulders. Love it.
He recently gave me one of his hoodies to try on...it was huge. I told him he and I could BOTH fit in it. He was like, uh, NO, it fits me perfectly. LOL

Blond Duck said...

I love wearing Ben's shirts.

Shell said...

Aw, so sweet! Yup, he definitely dwarfs you. :)

Paloma said...

You're absolutely right! I sooo miss that feeling but it's been my fault! Thank Goodness I am on "the good path" now and losing weight! I don't think hubby's clothes will ever feel big on me though but I hope they at least feel comfortable some day! LOL! ;) ... He's one thin man! And he EATS! Oh does he eat!!! I envy him soo much! LOL!

Charlotte Klein said...

Awwwww love this :) And yes. I understand completely. It's a nice feeling to feel small and petite next to a guy, isn't it? I dunno why that is, a sense of security perhaps? Either way, I love that you felt this way in his sweatshirt and that it filled you with so many sweet emotions :)