Scottish Wedding

“They say men don’t wear underwear with kilts,” Bobbie says. She raises her eyebrows and smiles.

Bobbie is heading to Scotland to attend a wedding in a castle. The bride is marrying a Scotsman. With his own castle. I swoon with envy.

“So, do they, do you think?” Bobbie says.

“You’ll find out when they sit down,” I say. “Men have no idea how to sit in a skirt.”

“I told Jessica about Scotsmen and kilts and she said, ‘Girl, you better keep your panties on!’”

“I suggest you do not keep your panties on,” I say. “I’m a sucker for that Scottish accent. And now maybe no underwear . . .” Be still my beating heart!

We pause our meal for a second to contemplate Scotsmen and kilts and underwear. We smile.

“They wouldn’t have to worry about panty lines if they go commando,” Bobbie says.

“I have a couple of friends who don’t wear underwear at all if they’re worried about panty lines.”

“It’s a lot more common than you think,” Bobbie says.

“What about chafing?”

“Especially with jeans!” Bobbie laughs.

The conversation turns back to the wedding, the impending mother-in-law, and of course, the dress.

But I know we are still thinking about kilts.