That thing

That thing, when you go to the sports center for your usual weekly training session. To pit your strength, skill and physical dexterity against other men. To display your masculine prowess. To affirm your dominant position in the hierarchy. To prove how Alpha you are.

You’ve said hello to your mates.

You go to the changing room with your sports bag, where more greetings and testosterone drenched banter are exchanged.
And as you get your kit out and start to undress, chatting to a couple of your fellow competitors, you realise you didn’t plan ahead that morning. When you chose your underwear you were careless, and your friends are probably about to learn you’re the only guy they know who wears a see-thru, green mesh thong.
That!