My story is one of sympathy

I had met my wife, but we were still in dating mode. I was training full contact fighting hard core at the time, and the team started wearing Sportkilts. Since I can't have a match, due to my job, and can only train the sport, I didn't really feel like a member of the team.

Well, I came home one night with a broken nose from sparring. I decided that was as good as a fulll membership and ordered my sportkilt. The wife did not protest, as I think she felt bad for me with a swollen face and black eyes.

I don't think she thought it would explode into what it did. The kilt addiction did not start until I got married, in a gorgeous 3 strap tank.

Now, it is just out of control she says.

But I know she loves them.