Equivalent

So here's my opening quetion:

Do guys have an equivalent to ladies "Victoria Secret nights?"

Now, every woman I know can admit to having a Vicky night. One of those nights, that started off as a long day at the office, a tiring day of school, or just whatever, that made the day end with you feeling, blah.

So, the sweetest remedy, a nice long hot shower, or a long bath drawn to wash the cares and worries away,  something that will leave your body feeling fresh, soft and ultimately tochable. Usually this is followed or accompanied by something sensous or soft playing on the radio, my preferance this evening is John Mayor.

but what makes this a Victoria Secret night, is the slipping into that great slip or nightie each one of us girls have. Usually reserved for special nights, but ya just feel like you deserve to be beautiful? And we do. We deserve to be beautiful.

So there it is, slipping into something silky and sensous, with no outside judgement to be passed. All done with the mindset of this is who I am, and this is what I deserve each night, a long endless pampering and flattery of self, by the self. 

I think it's healthy. So...back to the question--

hee hee as I sit in my $140 dollar silk robe. aww yes, sometimes it does take money to feel this pampered, but---

Do men ever experiance this bliss? This self affirmation of sexual cunning, potency?

I wonder how many guys own a pair of silk boxers? How many of them feel they look damn good in them? How many of them would wear them, not for a partner, but just to be like "Oh Yeah, baby, silk?"--

Okay this might be strereo-typical, how many aren't gay?

Hmmmm...just thoughts that run through my head before I go to bed. Scandally clad, a candlelit, alone, but affirmed that when I look in the mirror, I'm a damn sexy person to be alone with? lol. Good night...JM's gonna sing me lullabyes, and yes, I'm going to let myself feel whatever the melody brings...release, sadness, loneliness, fear of togetherness, happiness, releif, numb, what-ev. Whatever comes on next, whatever lays ahead or whomever lays besides me, tonight in pink silk seems all okay.