Every special occasion — prom, graduation, first kiss, AP tests, auditions, opening night — over the past six years have had one factor in common- my underwear. Not just any pair of underwear, mind you, these are magical underwear; each ninety-three percent cotton, seven percent spandex fiber of boy- brief is saturated with luck and good fortune. At least so I believe.
After all the years of big days and small, today it is apparent that they have seen better days. Once a bright green, the combination of detergent and “tumble dry” have muted the colors. The green butterflies flitting around the white trim are looking a little lackluster as they fade. Like a pair of tights, there is a half inch run down the back. There isn’t anything particularly special about them as far as underwear goes. I picked them up one day the summer before my freshman year of high school. The color plus the sale sticker beckoned to me. Insatiably comfortable, the first time I wore them I got kissed. I have cried in these underwear and laughed in them; I have been to Europe in them; I fell in love in them.
Today is my one year anniversary with Nate. 365 days of being “us”. I have no idea where the year has gone and yet it seems like eons ago that we sat on the 27th floor and kissed on that hideous striped couch; that after he left I went into the bathroom, smiling a smile only a first kiss can illicit and jumped around sporadically like a ten year old with joy- totally silent as to not wake my slumbering roommate. I went to bed that night happy and woke up the next morning just as happy. One whole year of being happy with him. Today, I am wearing my lucky underwear.