I loathe front clasps.
Funny story - I was with my girl, we just got back to my place after a dinner out... naturally things led to my left sliding hand up her shirt and towards where I thought the clasp was. So confident in my abilities, I assumed I had unclasped it, and tried to gently slide it off of her. My mind being not on the work of the hands but elsewhere, I kept trying in both soft and firm tugs for a good five minutes before she let me know it was a front clasp.
The thing is, I still didn't clue in. I kept pulling until she finally gave up on the moment, lifted her shirt, made sure I had visual contact on the elusive front clasp, and jumped over to the other side of the couch.
I am a moron.
Ladies, I don't care if the current outfit, or whatever, justifies a front clasp bra. It kills the mood. Please, think of the mood. Please.
