The Danger With Mesh-Clothing

I have some friends and family (read fashionistas Butch Diavolo and my brother in-law Drey Porchers, nee Messmer) who keep telling me how wonderful mesh-clothing is. Well call me old-fashioned, but I still cannot get over the fact that I resent clothing that needs my body to adapt to it instead of the other way around.

While I was in-world this afternoon, waiting for my prodigal stepson Guyke Lundquist to turn up in-world (as he had promised to do in an email sent to me at 4:23 AM this morning), I started to prepare the parcel where my Kiss-A-Swede event is taking place on Wednesday and chatted in instant message with friends who actually were in-world.

I also talked with Drey, whom I hadn't seen in-world recently. When the time was past 6 PM CET and afternoon turned to evening I gave up on Guyke coming in-world today and told Drey I was logging off for a nap. Before I left, Drey came over for a hug. That is when I discovered another drawback with mesh-clothing, see pictures below.

This is what my darling BIL saw on his screen.

And here is what I saw on my screen.

Luckily for my BIL I am Swedish and have no problems with nudity, even full frontal with no dick attached, so he got his hug anyway but don´t come preaching to me about how "awesome" mesh-clothing is until they get this problem fixed. Who in the world wants to turn up naked anywhere?

Oh, I should think Guyke forgot all about our nightly e-mail correspondence because he was not fully awake and probably had forgotten all about it when he woke up this morning. I love him to bits anyway!

P.S. I just checked my e-mail and there was a reply from Guyke to the e-mail I sent him before taking my nap. He tells me he had not forgotten and asked me to reread his e-mail from tonight, because he had actually told me he was coming in this evening.

So I thought, "Haha now I have him nailed to the wall", but as it turns out I must still have been half-asleep when I read the e-mail this morning. *blushes* Sorry Guykechen!