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It is getting late on Monday evening and I am still sitting in my trackies, t-shirt and sweatshirt. Usually by this time of evening I have slipped into my pyjamas and am snuggling into my dressing gown. But tonight is different. Tonight I’m wearing my father in-laws undies and they are just too comfy to take off.

The above statement could arouse some strange looks so I will explain myself.

Earlier this evening, like every Monday night, our extended family meets together for dinner. Getting off work slightly early I used the extra time as a chance to get in a quick run prior to dinner. So I ran from school to my in-laws house. Upon arriving there I was sweaty, a little cold and therefore needed a shower. My wife hadn’t arrived yet so my change of clothing was still in the back of our car. I knew this but I was cold and smelly and needed a shower. Fortunately, my mother in law passed me some clothing to get into; a 1960’s retro, thigh length, paisley dressing gown and some Dan Carter Jockey Slime line undies.

The dressing gown I could pass on but the jockey underwear immediately caught my eye. I rushed the shower, doing all the necessary cleaning in record time and then tried on the slim line undies.

In the same way all men are not created equal, men’s underwear is similar. The fabric used, the cut and the size all play a part in making a pair of underwear comfortable. Stepping into these babies earlier this evening I knew there was something different. The moisture effective fabric just felt right and the deep blue colour seem to contrast nicely with my pastel white highs. The cut was perfect; tight where it needed to be and roomy in areas where ventilation is required. I felt supported yet liberated at the same time. I actually felt how Dan Carter looks in those billboard ads.

I paraded around the bathroom just looking at myself in the mirror. I do this most days but this evening I had an extra spring in my step. I have to be honest and say I even did a couple of power flex moves. This is important as I think that on a couple of acute angles, a small outline of an ab was visible. If only I had my camera to prove it.

So I sit here writing in comfort but with a dilemma on my hands. I won’t see my father in-law until the weekend most probably. Almost five days away. Wearing the same pair of undies for that time would be nothing on the special side for me, as two weeks was my best at Uni. But is it right to use them for that long? I borrowed them for an evening. They felt good; they bought out a stronger, more confident Ozy. But deep down I have a nagging feeling that perhaps I should be honest.

The real questions must be faced. Fortunately this is a blog that deals with tough questions.
Is it morally wrong to borrow someone’s underwear for an evening and then wear them for a week?
What about ‘passing wind’ or ‘letting fluffy off the chain’ when wearing borrowed underwear? Unfortunately I have to be honest and say I have already broken that one. At the table around dinner!!!!
Should I have disclosed, prior to wearing the underwear, that I have a number of contagious diseases?
If you have any advice on this issue please help.

So while you go to sleep this evening spare a thought for me. When you wake up and are getting ready for the day spare a thought for me. Tomorrow morning it will be decision time for Ozy. Going for comfort or going with my conscience.