New love, new wardrobe
Posted By Hinda Mandell on December 21, 2009
By Faigel
One of the perks of being gay is that when you date someone, you stand the potential for doubling your wardrobe. No matter how you slice it, this is aces. Dating a jock? You’ll never run out of comfy t-shirts or ankle socks (how are socks always disappearing anyway?). Dating a business exec? I haven’t had such a selection of ties since high school. Dating a stoner? Flannel is so, so warm, especially during these long, cold Northern winters.
The uncomfortable part comes, I suppose, when the break up occurs. Do you return his (now your) favorite hoodie along with his pile of DVDs? Those mesh shorts, spattered in paints stains? You know, the ones he lent you when you “unexpectedly” spent the first of your thousand nights at his apartment. And what about those Diesels? Sure, they look good on him, but they look (and feel) even better on you.
Decisions, decisions.
I’m an advocate of hanging tight to lovers’ threads. I guess I’ve inherited quite a collection of clothes over the years on account of this. Hell, if you were half invested in your relationship, then you’ve rightfully earned what you’re keeping. It’s always awkward, though, when a new romantic interest compliments you on something that belonged to an ex.
“I love that tie! Where’s it from?”
“Thanks … uh …” Suddenly I flashback to relationships past – to every smile and every fight. Why didn’t those relationships work out? How will this one be any different? I start to sweat. A Coldplay song begins to play in my head. And then my eye catches his handsome Prada loafers, which look like a size 11, too. “Uh, Saks, I think,” I answer as I collect myself.
Maybe my heart can’t stand another round of this, but my closet surely won’t mind.
i wish there was a facebook style “love it” button for this post.
Did you get your Wii back?