Aaron Riveroll | Photographer

So, I went to Cingular the other day to find solutions for my cellular telephonic communicatory device. You see, my cell phone’s battery has been rapidly losing power as of late. The phone dude sold me a brand spanking new battery because he told me that after a year or so, the battery starts to lose its charge. So sad for the battery, really.

So now, I have a brand new battery in my phone and … it’s still losing power. Could it be that I am so stinking popular that I use my phone all the time? Could it be that I rack up minutes and text message like a fiend?

Yes, I think that is what it is.

PS This is just a side note, but, those of you that are Seinfeld fans will be interested to know that the guy that sold me the aforementioned battery was a low-talker.

So, I’ve procrastinated way too long. Let me tell you about the panties…

So I think I mentioned the dude that lives in my apartment complex and parks 2 cars over from me with the light blue, lacy boy shorts hanging from his rearview mirror. I have to admit, I was a little jealous … I, too, wanted panties hanging from my mirror. The only problem is, I just don’t know any women classy enough to just donate panties for the cause.

So last week, my good friend and ridiculously hot Sacramento buddy, Janelle, was in town and I played host and showed her the many wonders of San Diego. Somehow, she got wind of the panty story and wanted to help us one up this dude with the blue panties. It’s nice to have female friends like that. :) So, we did a little panty shopping. And then we went to the beach to watch the sunset. It was pretty.

We ended up getting a black lacy pair for Brian (you know, to match his car) and red mesh thong for mine (to match my car). So far, the reactions have been very limited here in SoCal. Perhaps we see more underwear than most people? I’m not sure about that … but driving to Sacramento, we got quite a few reactions including other guys nodding their heads at me in admiration and checking out the girl in my passenger seat (who just happened to be Janelle), and a taxi driver who felt it necessary to tell Janelle that if she didn’t take her feet down off the dashboard, the air bag would, and I quote, “snap those legs like twigs.” I personally think he was envious of the fact that I had a beautiful woman sitting in my car. I also think that he wanted a pair of panties hanging from his mirror instead of the nasty, year-old, pine-scented air freshener he had hanging from it. Remember, taxi drivers need love too.

So anyway, I have been driving around town for the past two weeks with a pair of panties hanging from my mirror. And I have to say that it makes me feel like a real man.