Again, great minds think alike!
I have a similar line. Since I am a big whopping
I tell the fashion police that if my attire offends or in any way fails to please them I will remove it promptly. Tends to snap them out of it. Quickly.
Seriously, I do not know what makes people do what they do. When I was a student taking programming classes at CLC I took the metro back to D.C. late @ nite.
Most of these times any woman on the mostly empty cars would regard me with some sort of contempt or such, clutching their little can of mace. I am a big lad and not easily mistaken for Brad Pitt. (long before I was aware of the power of the kilt...)
Sometimes the ladies would just walk right up to me and start chatting. Finally I figured it out. Apparently ONE TIE in my collection, purchased from a Chinatown street cart, made me look approachable. I renamed the polyester thing the "chick tie" and soldiered on.
It never ceases to amaze me how what I wear seems to have some strange power over complete strangers. Especially within the dark side of the force.
I have to believe at some level there is some projection going on and the wardrobe excuse for the contact - good or bad - is just a "cover story". My best guess circa 0822 hours. Subject to further review of course.
Best,
Doug
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