I’m too white and too old for Hip Hop wear. But right now I’d love a pair of those baggy jeans.
Do you think it would be possible for me to remain in the house until skinny jeans go out of style?
“Yes?” I could feel my shoulders rise.
“They’re a little old man. In a bad way.”
As opposed to in a good way?
The jeans I enjoy are baggy and loose. They’re the kind of pants you could pull off without removing your shoes, not that I would ever do that. I like pants with roomy pockets. Alas, this is not a contemporary look.
So we went to H&M.
Marcus loaded me up with jeans to try on and I felt my heart sink. Have I mentioned I was a fat boy. That I shopped in the husky department. Despite my dismay, the first pair I tried on felt great!
“That’s because they’re 34,” Marcus apologized. “Sorry I grabbed the wrong size. Try the 32s.”
I didn’t want the 32s but Marcus made me try them on. They fit like gloves, which is a sensation I enjoy on my hands. Not so much on my thighs.
“You look great sweetheart!”
I wasn’t sure I could sit down in them. I wanted to go home.
“Keep trying on jeans, honey.”
In all I bought four pair.
“That’s what an author looks like!” Marcus assured me when I tried on the Mick-Jagger-skinniest pair.
Funny, I thought authors looked like unkempt alcoholics.
The only reason I’m writing this blog today is so that I can put off leaving the house. Marcus took my old jeans to Goodwill.
I am grateful to my partner. And I do look good in the pants. And I can sit down. And…
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