Of Corset It’s Not What You Think

(My boyfriend and I are out at a restaurant and bar for our six-month anniversary. I am feeling a little nauseous, and my boyfriend offers to help me out of my corset, which I am wearing under my dress. We explain things to the bartender, and go into the single cubicle unisex toilet. After removing the corset, we exit the toilet together, him holding the item of underwear. A surprised-looking gentleman is on the other side of the door.)

Me: “It’s not what it looks like.”

(Once we are sitting back down at the table, I start laughing.)

Boyfriend: “What is it?”

Me: “I’ve always wanted to say that!”