I could have gotten one of my girlfriends to go lingerie shopping with me, but if I'm going to knock the socks off my upcoming date, I really do need a man's opinion, don't you think? Unfortunately, you don't seem all that comfortable with the idea of watching me traipse in and out of the changeroom in skimpy bits of ribbon and lace, checking out my various parts as I inspect the various options in the mirror. I'm just about to give you a reprieve from your suffering when one garment gives me a particularly tough time and I need your help. Who knew one little wardrobe malfunction could be so damned much fun?