The other day I was feeling pretty slick. I was wearing my pointy shoes, fitted shirt, skinny tie. . . What surprised me, however, was how blatantly people were checking out my style. And it wasn't who I would have expected.
Whenever I would walk by another guy that seemed inclined to such things as fashion, I could see him look me up and down. Not weird, just a brief glance, then if we ever met eyes, he gave me a little head nod that to me seemed to say, "nice job." Whether or not we had a similar style, I somehow felt initiated into an unofficial fraternity on campus.
Friday, October 14, 2011
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