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Run down by the fashion train

October 19th was my 33rd birthday and I’ve been pretty good about not feeling old. Or at least not acting old. The number on my driver’s license may show that I’m 33, but maturity-wise, I usually hover in the low to mid-teens. I’m good enough not to engage in contact sports during a funeral, but I once started getting really excited about playing dodgeball in physics. (When I found out the balls were just for a class demonstration, I was really disappointed… I think you get my drift.)

Conversely, I’m not overly concerned about my appearance and have few qualms about not shaving for days at a time. Showering… well, as long as no flowers are wilting… but my clothes tend to be very generic. Plain white t-shirt and jeans and I’m happy. No Hollister, no Aeropostale, no Abercrombie and/or Fitch—nothing like that. In a way, I’ve been happy to have leapt off the fashion train and watched it head off into the distance, but that also led to an unfortunate incident a few weeks ago that made me feel ancient. Continue reading “Run down by the fashion train”

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Looks aren’t everything

Recently, I’ve been thinking back to an encounter I had at an Oktoberfest last year. Someone walked up to me and asked if I was on a show with beauties and “smart guys.” Very smooth… But she was merely a scout, chosen in large part because of the large rock on her finger that showed both that she was married and that you wouldn’t want to get in the way of her left cross.

After establishing my identity as a cast member on Beauty and the Geek, she walked back to her group of friends, at which point one of them came running out and yelled, “You were my favorite!” She then leapt into my arms and gave me a huge hug which would have been much less awkward if my girlfriend hadn’t been standing five feet away when it happened.

We talked for a while and she told me that she used to be a size 1, but… well, she wasn’t big, but she wasn’t a size 1 anymore. I don’t remember her story—it’s been almost a year since this happened—but when explaining the situation, she wasn’t concerned about having lost her petite figure: “I just don’t give a shit.” Continue reading “Looks aren’t everything”