Feb 022013

Once upon a time, I wore a suit to work. Every day.

That was before.

I hated it.

I felt like the suit was a part of the elaborate drag that my work world required of me, and I resented it. I had a militantly rebellious attitude. I swore I would never wear French cuffs (I thought they were pretentious and ostentatious). I had a narrative about the ridiculousness of ties, the barbarism of ties (tight knot around the neck, etc.).

I was oblivious to how sexy a well tailored suit can be, how the details of a man’s dressing can enhance his appeal, and his sense of being appealing.

Also, at the time, I was fat. Or really, I felt unattractive, and my fatness was a part of it.

So I lost out. I didn’t get to be Christian Gray, even though I could have been. I could have worn the sexy suit, the French cuffs, and been the suit-wearing hot guy.

But my sexual awakening came at around the same time my retirement from suits came. I only wear suits, now, to funerals. And the truth is, I like it that way.

The good news?

I love jeans, and it turns out, a dude can look pretty good in a pair of jeans.

And I recently resumed wearing a watch, primarily because of this fine post by Girl on the Net.


Thanks to my new friend Véronique for selecting the photos for this post.

  One Response to “The clothes make the man”

  1. Love the belt N. 😉

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