Complicated Undies Shopping.

Why has shopping for the simplest things become so complicated. Like when you go to the grocery store to get milk and you find yourself staring at a wall of milk choices. There is 1%, 2%, homo, (that sounds like something I should get), filtered milk, organic milk, lactose free milk, company brand A milk, company brand B milk and on and on. Then on towards the bread aisle and it is the same thing all over with the amount of choices, and yet they still manage not to have the one I want. ........................ This leads me to talk about my underwear. I know a lot of gay men obsess over what kind, not me, I am never going to have to model what I choose so I go for comfort. I take the diplomatic approach to the boxer or briefs debate and pick boxerbriefs. I was told that the front part of men's underwear is called the basket, I guess because it's supposed to gently support the eggs. After Christmas I found that my trusted egg baskets were wearing out, they started doing that thing where I pull them up and only the waist band makes it all the way to the top. Off to shop for underwear, when I get there, I am stunned, there are so many to choose from it's almost confusing. Finally I find a brand I like and the type I like but even they have different varieties. The only ones similar to the kind I usually get, come in the gaudiest colours and I ponder going to another store. Teal, purple and other colours that make me wonder who picked these out, little girls that just finished their colouring books? I figure might as well just go ahead and get them, seriously with my love life, it's not like anyone is going to see them. ............................................. My version of gay sexuality is the masculine side of men, I am attracted to and identify with the male side of humanity. Meaning I have no attraction to the androgynous side of homosexuality, I never want to wear anything feminine. So imagine my horror when I take my new purchases out of the package and they look more like a woman's girdle than men's briefs, or something a female dancer would wear. I have no choice, I bought twelve pairs and I can't return them. I figured might as well use them; however after a few days of wearing them (different pair each day, not one pair for a few days) I came to realize that these things are just completely made wrong. They are some kind of twisted testicle torture device and at the end of the day, I feel like I have been given a super wedgie! I can't wait to get them off in the evening and freeball it in my jogging pants. Even the material doesn't breathe, they are supposed to be cotton but I think the cotton plants were genetically modified with a polyester scrub brush. Back to the store I guess I will have to go and somewhere in that mountain of underwear there must be a comfy pair I can buy. Another thing that would make shopping for underwear more enjoyable is I wish the model on the package came with each pair I bought as well.