In 1988, I bought a pair of tanga men's briefs. My then girlfriend loved them on me and filled my underwear drawer with them in the various colors they came in. At the same time, she chucked out my boring old slips and y-fronts. In 1993, she came home with a man's thong and asked me if I liked it. I tried it on and was hooked. I sadly no longer have the girlfriend, but when I met my wife, I was already wearing thongs and tangas. She has no objections and, in fact, over the years she has developed a liking for my thongs. If I walk around the house in a tanga, she frowns and says, "No good, can't see your bum in those."