Today, I wore one of the shirts I inherited from my Dad. There wasn't much else on the clothes rack. I don't particularly like the look, and I don't particularly like the style - it's just too old-looking, too Latino-looking; I don't know.
Walking into Pepper's studio for aerobics class this evening, one of the phenomenal hotties in the class held the door open for me, lowered her sunglasses, gave me a long look, and whispered, "nice shirt!"
Another unnecessary demonstration of the fact that, when it comes to clothes, I just don't get it....
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