The other day, my wife pulled a shirt out of the back of the closet and asked me to try it on. I'd tried it on once before ... about four years ago. She saw it on a clearance rack and thought it would fit me. It's a nice shirt and I was all "cool" ... and then I tried it on and I was embarrassed. I couldn't even button it. It went into the closet and had sat there until just the other day. At my wife's urging, I tried it on again ... and it fit quite comfortably. I looked svelte! I looked good!
I wore that shirt to work the next day and several coworkers gathered around me and commented that I was dressed nicely (I picked up the gently implied "for a change"). I told them the story of the shirt and got a few nice comments. It felt good to get such positive encouragement from people I respect.
Unfortunately, I wasn't wise enough to leave it there and said what popped into my head ... "this is my sexy shirt!" It went from cool to awkward really quick.
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