Sidecar Crush

Cassidy shook her head slowly. “You have no idea.”

“Spill it, Tucker,” Scarlett said, pointing a chocolate-covered pretzel at her. “We need to know.”

“All right, so I met a guy from Perrinville,” Cassidy said. “We talked a few times before we decided to go on an actual date. And, honestly, he told me up front that he had a particular… interest. I just didn’t take him seriously.”

“Uh oh.” I wasn’t sure where Cassidy was going with this story, but I’d met a lot of people in the fashion industry who were into some kinky stuff.

“The thing is, he was very funny,” she said. “He had me in stitches every time we talked. So when he told me he liked wearing women’s underwear, I thought it was another joke.”

Scarlett coughed, almost spitting out her drink. “He likes what now?”

“Women’s underwear, but that’s not even the worst of it.” Cassidy sighed. “I met him for dinner, and that was pretty nice. He had me laughing through most of the meal. Afterward, he walked me out to my car and leaned in, like he was fixin’ to kiss me goodnight. I kinda put my hands on his chest and I felt somethin’ there.”

The three of us stared at Cassidy, enthralled. Even June.

“I felt around a bit, and he noticed. When he asked if everything was all right, I said, ‘well, it feels like you have something strange under your shirt.’”

“Oh god,” Scarlett said.

“Yep,” Cassidy said. “It wasn’t just women’s panties. He was wearin’ a bra.”

We all burst out laughing. Scarlett fell over, her head in Cassidy’s lap. June snort-laughed so hard she dropped her phone. I covered my mouth, trying to contain myself, but it was no use. Fortunately, Cassidy laughed as hard as the rest of us.

I clutched my stomach and wiped a few tears from the corners of my eyes. “I’m sorry, Cassidy. I shouldn’t be laughing at you.”

“It’s okay,” she said, still trying to catch her breath. “It’s so ridiculous, of course it’s funny.”

“I have so many questions,” I said. “Why was he wearing a bra? Did he have man boobs?”

Scarlett started laughing all over again.

“No,” Cassidy said. “He was tall and thin—couldn’t have filled out an A-cup.”

“Was it stuffed?” Scarlett asked.

Cassidy laughed again. “I don’t think so. Although I didn’t keep feeling around to find out. Kinda jumped back when I realized what he was wearing.”

“What happened then?” I asked.

“Well, he seemed a bit surprised by my shock, since he’d been up front and told me beforehand that he was into that sort of thing,” Cassidy said. “I explained that I’d thought he was joking. Then I blurted out, why? And he said it made him feel complete and he couldn’t imagine his life without his special undergarments.”

“Oh my god,” I said. “Did he use the phrase special undergarments?”

“That he did,” she said.

“Does this mean you won’t be seeing him again?” June asked.

“Yeah, Juney,” Cassidy said. “I won’t be datin’ a guy who wears a bra. I don’t like to be too judgmental about what other people like, but that was a bit much for me.”

“At least he was honest,” Scarlett said. “That has to count for something.”

“I suppose it does,” Cassidy said. “But honesty or no, bra-wearing is a hard limit for me in a man.”

“I don’t blame you,” I said.

“That is an odd quirk,” Scarlett said. “Well, maybe you just need to find someone a bit more conventional.”

“I don’t know,” Cassidy said. “I’m wondering how long before I just get a bunch of cats and call it good.”

“Stop,” Scarlett said, playfully smacking her leg.

“Yes!” June yelled, and we all startled.

“You okay?” Cassidy asked.

“I am excellent,” June said. She had her phone out again and she was busy typing with her thumbs, her eyes on the screen. “I just acquired Townsend.”