Little Reminders April 2, 2009
Posted by Conrad Hubbard in : The Chip , trackbackI need a real girlfriend again. And not for all the obvious reasons.
I have been married twice, and been around the block a bit. I’ve been divorced for about a year now, as my ex-wife spent untold years cheating on me with the flotsam of the internet and then fled town after stealing craploads of my stuff and destructively redecorating my house. Anyway, enough of that negative reminiscing.
So, the needing a real girlfriend part. I’ve dated a little bit since things were legally settled, but nothing has turned serious or worked out. This week, however, I got another one of those little reminders of the benefits of having a real partner in life.
I have an upscale work party to attend, and people are supposed to—read “be mercilessly mocked if they do not”—wear suits or tuxedos for the event. I procrastinated a bit, but ultimately decided that I should just buy a new suit because I haven’t needed one in so long that I simply didn’t have one floating around my house anymore. At best I could drum up an old navy blazer that is too tight, some black casual dress pants and a tie that looks like it fell out of an 80s music video—yeah, that doesn’t match so well…
So, anyway, I headed out to some stores to pick up a suit. Preferably just something in plain black. I was thinking that investing the money in a suit rather than blowing it on a rental tuxedo was the way to go. Problem is, I got to the stores, and stood there looking like an idiot. I don’t even like formal clothes. I didn’t even know my size anymore.
The salesperson was a lady, so I just figured she would put me in something that looked good to her. Maybe she did. I don’t know. I guess I’ll find out when I actually wear this stuff to the party.
I’ve been lifting weights a lot recently, and it just seemed like nothing off the rack looked exactly right. I settled for the stuff that the sales lady said looked good. It didn’t seem totally right to me, but I must remind you that I hate formal wear, so what do I know? Actually, I used to work in a tuxedo shop, but I confess that I only picked up the basic rules of thumb and then trusted the customer to know what he liked.
So, I bought a new suit, and maybe it will turn out for the best. But… seriously… I really needed a caring girlfriend there to tell me what to wear.
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