Craftster boy (I didn't know this was a real thing..) makes his girlfriend undies for Christmas. WHAT? I can't even get a dude to buy me underwear let alone make me fucking anything (Seriously, never once have I been gifted a nice hand-made goodie from any of the knuckle heads I've dated..) and this guy went and bought a pattern and fabric and just made some shit up. My jealousy is telling me that this is gross and weird, but my loins are telling me not to settle until I find a dude who can sew panties. That's babby daddy material.