I’m a relaxed guy who avoids formality. I had my years as a military officer wearing a uniform every day. As a manager in the federal government, with national and international
responsibilities, I conformed to the stodgy dress code of dark suit with tie. Later, when I headed some high tech companies, I chose “business casual” as my style, keeping a jacket and tie in the office for when needed.
When I retired from “work” to pursue my zest for life’s adventures, I hung up those thousand dollar suits and adopted the most comfortable look that I could: jeans, T-shirt and running shoes. There was no need to impress anyone. I should add that all my clothes were of dark colours so they could all go in the washing machine together. I had raised two children as
a single parent while working, and retirement was to be a time of the ultimate ease; all wash and wear.
This fashion style lasted through my single years. Then, I met Monica and we became a couple. She is a beautiful, fashionable woman who makes me beam with pride when we are out together. She obviously chose me for something other than my clothing collection.
My lady has not been pushy about what I wear. At first there were soft comments about how how attractive I would be in a normal shirt, unbuttoned at the top. ( Must be a woman thing) After awhile, I bought several long sleeved shirts that supposedly didn’t need ironing, all dark blue. Remember, the all in one wash load objective. Being a modest fellow, I wore them buttoned almost to the top.
As time went on, I began to hear comments about how lovely I would look in some lighter, brighter colours. I bought a couple tan shirts. Her mentions of nice brighter colours continued, in a loving way.
This past summer, I was in Canada, and Monica was in Germany getting her daughter settled for university in Berlin.
I do not know what got into me. I was walking through a department store, looking for blue jeans, when I spotted a shirt sale. They were made of a polished cotton and were in bright colours. I bought two, one lime green and the other salmon (NOT PINK). Monica was delighted.
After a couple of months of these new shirts hanging in the back of my closet, I decided that I had better make an appearance in one of them. I chose the lime green and Monica was lavish in her praise. The salmon (NOT PINK), shirt remained buried until one night when we were to go to a friend’s house for dinner. It would be dark and not many people would see me in it; so, I put it on under a black jacket in an attempt to lessen the impact of the
colour – salmon (NOT PINK).
Once at the dinner gathering, Monica quickly brought the attention of all the wives to my salmon (NOT PINK) shirt. The ladies swooned – you know, making all sorts of ooing and awing sounds. Monica smiled, and I blushed, claiming that the facial colour was a reflection from the salmon (NOT PINK) shirt. That only encouraged the women more. In the meantime, the husbands watched and laughed at my predicament; but, I could see from the looks in their eyes that they knew that they would soon be taken shopping to liven up their wardrobes.
As I write this, I am sitting on the terrace wearing that salmon (NOT PINK) shirt and will be soon going out in daylight, in public. Yes, I feel a bit uncomfortable; but, I guess that I will get used to the attention.
It is the beginning of December and people are rushing to the shopping centres. I have only one request for anyone who loves me. All that I want for Christmas are Black socks.
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