Peoiple Notice
I threw caution to the wind today. No more khaki pants. I wore Calvin Klein slim fit dress pants (grey/thatch), a premium white/red dress shirt, leather belt, and brown leather rockport shoes.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, people notice. "Hay are you having a job interview?" she asked me. "No, this is Me 2.0 now". Several female co-workers told me I looked fantastic. One said "Holy crap you look very good today" (And this is from a girl who rarely gives compliments).
I think I even out-dressed the CEO, because he looked at me up and down to check my outfit out. One woman co-worker spontaneously picked a piece of lint of my shirt.
I had left my left shirt open at my watch because my G-shock is huge. A very helpful female co-worker offered to tie up for me. How nice.
People in shops were especially courteous to me. I was being called Sir all of a sudden.I guess clothes really do make a difference in some situations.
But enough of my ego tooting horn. I still think of Theresa daily. I look off into the distance and think back for a moment in time. But I am snapped back into a harsh reality of cold loneliness.
My real reason for changing my clothes is an elaborate way of stating I am going into the dating world soon. I haven't hit the scene since 1997, right after I divorced my first wife, I met Theresa 4 months later.
It'll be 6 months she past away on March 9. It seems like yesterday I was holding her hand, kissing her lips, praying to God to take her without suffering or pain. The agony of the last breath, forever etched in my memory and never forgotten.
She will always be my most precious love.
As soon as I entered the kitchen, people notice. "Hay are you having a job interview?" she asked me. "No, this is Me 2.0 now". Several female co-workers told me I looked fantastic. One said "Holy crap you look very good today" (And this is from a girl who rarely gives compliments).
I think I even out-dressed the CEO, because he looked at me up and down to check my outfit out. One woman co-worker spontaneously picked a piece of lint of my shirt.
I had left my left shirt open at my watch because my G-shock is huge. A very helpful female co-worker offered to tie up for me. How nice.
People in shops were especially courteous to me. I was being called Sir all of a sudden.I guess clothes really do make a difference in some situations.
But enough of my ego tooting horn. I still think of Theresa daily. I look off into the distance and think back for a moment in time. But I am snapped back into a harsh reality of cold loneliness.
My real reason for changing my clothes is an elaborate way of stating I am going into the dating world soon. I haven't hit the scene since 1997, right after I divorced my first wife, I met Theresa 4 months later.
It'll be 6 months she past away on March 9. It seems like yesterday I was holding her hand, kissing her lips, praying to God to take her without suffering or pain. The agony of the last breath, forever etched in my memory and never forgotten.
She will always be my most precious love.
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