How intimate is too intimate?

There comes a point (usually a "woman's point") where you find yourself in a relationship where you are either seriously involved, living together or married. Often all three coincide... wink wink. All runs smooth until one day you run dead on into THE QUESTION: How intimate do you want to be with this person? Now I am not talking sex, children, sharing a tissue during the Afternoon Oxygen movie ... I am talking LAUNDRY! You are blythely sorting through the supposedly dirty clothes and happen upon a pair of HIS MAN PANTIES! Are they dirty? Are they clean? If we were to be honest.... in the case of OUR "suspect undies" we would perform a quick "sniff test".... but these are HIS PANTIES! How deeply do we want to be involved in our special person's reality? I stood and stared at the pair of black Calvin Kleins bunched in my hand.... paused... and then threw them into the DIRTY pile. I don't want that kind of intimacy.