I have owned one, single pair of boxer briefs. Otherwise, I’ve been a boxer guy since sixth grade or so. The one pair that I do own came to me as a Christmas present. They were and are still the tops. Tops drop even.
So, today was the fist time that I actually went out and bought a pack of them. Like an economy, value, pack of five, five varying shades of blue, pack of boxer briefs. I’ve never been happier. The only reason I even made the switch from briefs to boxers was because of entering junior high. For the past eight years after that, Ive been a slave to tiny shorts that you wear under regular sized shorts. It’s not that boxers aren’t great. There’s freedom. There’s pros and cons.
Boxers are life after college. The feeling of freedom is still there, but you’re skeptical of what may come. Briefs are life before college. You’ve got security, borrowed income, closeness; but you start to feel a little smothered, a little suffocated. So, naturally, boxer briefs are college. There’s freedom and security. The borrowed income may be gone, but hopefully tuition is being paid. You may be away from family, but you can always come home for the weekends. It’s that perfect middle ground. Also, boxers give you chicken legs. They flare out. Briefs are too form fitting. So, I am Matt, I am in college, and as of today, I wear boxer briefs.
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