I rented a house, and the landlord was a socially awkward homebody who stayed at home all day collecting rent, playing games, and shooting short videos.
Until that day when I borrowed his bathroom to take a shower and accidentally opened his closet——
There were dozens of girls' underwear neatly stacked inside.
He didn't run. I didn't run either.
Because I saw the haze blue sling at a glance - it was a style that had been in my favorites for a long time and was never willing to buy.
"Your taste... Is pretty good." I said this out of nowhere.
I later learned that he had a "fetish", but it wasn't that perverted kind. His mother died young, and the only thing he could remember was the smell of her clothes. So I started taking pictures of the girls' rooms after renting out, leaving the last photos of the forgotten clothes.
And I, an unemployed fashion designer, need a partner who "knows the female body best".
We went from awkward roommates to entrepreneurial partners. He used straight male aesthetics to do user research, and I used professionalism to turn those "he thinks looks good" into real designs.
When the first hit product was launched, he said: "After my mother passed away, I didn't think about the future. Now it seems that I have it."
Three months later, we took the brand "wardrobe" to the Shanghai Underwear Exhibition.
Later someone asked me, why did I fall in love with him?
I remembered that night when he took out a notebook and recorded the clothes I wore every day after moving in.
The last page reads: Day 91. Whatever she wears, she looks good.
It turns out that the deepest fetish is falling in love with that person.
