In which I am confused by undergarments.

I try not to be too much of a teenage girl cliche. This is because when I watch chick flicks I delight in the fact that I can enjoy the lives' of the characters knowing that I'm not bound to knowing anything about types of underwear and ways to swish ones hair in real life. But occasionally. absolute bona fide girl mode swoops down upon my friends and I. Friday was one of those days.

It all began with Aimee's bra. I could see a bit of pink poking through her top so I asked her where her bra was from. "It's not a bra, it's a (OHGOD I ACTUALLY CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS CALLED! Brb, Google)

Got it.

"It's not a bra, it's a basque."
This confused me entirely. "What's a basque?"
"It's like a corset but it doesn't do up at the back."
"So it's like a swimming costume with no knickery bits?"
"No Jocy."

This went on for about 10 minutes, in which Charlie had joined the conversation and was also trying to get me to understand what the absolute fug a basque is. In the end, Aimee and Charlie dragged me to the toilets and Aimee proceeded to SHOW ME her basque. As in, she just half stripped off standing there in the toilets. I was in hysterics to say the least. And she then went on to show me her stockings and suspenders. Cue more laughter.

"Aimee, why are you wearing all that slaggy stuff to school?!?!?!"
"Because I'm going round Louis' tonight!"
"Couldn't you have put it on when you got to his house?!"
"No. When I get to his house we don't want to waste any time. His parents are out."

And then Aimee showed me and Charlie how her boobs are in fact too big for her basque and they were falling out all over the place.

I'll definitely remember those 5 minutes for the rest of my life. It honestly could have been a scene taken straight from a film.