Tonight is Friday night! At casinos, the weekend attract customers who aren’t serious gamblers yet they are ready to party! I normally wear something to let women know that I’m single and ready to mingle. Gotta rizz it up!
Tonight, I am wearing:
-a light pink Hawaiian shirt with palm trees and dark pink flamingos. A white tee underneath.
-black golf shorts. Slightly tight-fitting, slightly above the knee.
-black suede Gazelle Adidas shoes with silver stripes.
-cream socks with black fern leaves, covering around 2/3 of my calves.
-dangly silver lighting bold earring
-just touched up my mullet again last week, so my hair is fresh too.
The last time I went on a date the Soviet Union was still a Union. Reagan was president through most of my dating years. Even back then I didn’t like to dress up.
I think I was wearing jeans and a T shirt when I met the woman who would become Mrs. Geek. She wasn’t impressed with my clothes. She has tried many times over the years to improve my wardrobe, never with any success.
Typical for a Friday night, I’m sitting here in comfy sweats and an old T shirt.
The nice thing about not having hair is that I don’t have to worry about what hair style to pick. Saves me a fortune on hair cuts too.
What’s the old saying, “lucky in cards, unlucky in love?” Maybe you should give up the gambling.
I’m in a stylish Star Wars t-shirt, khaki shorts, and a highly comfortable pair of Bombas socks. One might argue that I’m in my family room, but my mind is currently in Rivendell, the “Last Homely House East of the Sea” of Middle-Earth, as I watch The Fellowship of the Ring for the umpteenth time.
Today I flew from home in Miami to Wichita KS on a mission. Which mission was successful. So just now I’m plowing through a celebratory fancy multi-course dinner at a fancy place. Solo. Oops. I told the staff to send me all the single women who walk in, but in the last 2 hours none of them have arrived. I see lots of couples doing a romantic evening out, and a couple of foursomes. But no unattached wimmin. Damn.
My outfit? Navy snug-fit slacks, bright red long sleeve snug-fit polo shirt, gray hair, and serious bling. And my ebullient personality. Results: a very nice meal in solo silence.
If I have ambition enough I’m going to a jazz club next, but the tone seems pretty informal there. Doing my aging Miami disco animal look would probably be overkill here in exotic Wichita.
Heh. I’m taken and not even faking. Spent last night at a brewery that hosted a local blues band.
Last weekend I had a woman approach me. When I explained that I was in a long-term relationship she told me I should wear a wedding ring, like I was the bad guy. My gf had gone to pee. Hell, I didn’t wear a ring when I was married.
On Friday night, our original plans were to go out for BBQ then go to a farm team ballgame. But it was HOT, so we opted for dinner at Texas Roadhouse with the family. I was wearing blue shorts, my Panama canal railway t-shirt, socks and sneaks, and I think that was it. And it was definitely the better choice. After we ate, my daughter and SIL took the 2 grands to see Despicable Me 4 and spousal unit and I took his mother home and we sat around till bedtime.
Switching things up a bit. I am degening in the dirty south this week.
I must do as the Romans do!
Gotta attract the attention of the 30-something Ole Miss and Roll Tide alums:
-Pastel blue Vineyard Vines polo
-Shorts
-Patriotic flag print Hey Dude shoes with no socks
-Ray Bans with croakies
-Well-worn visor the the South Carolina flag symbol
If this sounds flamboyant, visit certain parts of this south, youll see what im talking about. Standard fit.
Southern Degenerate Gambler
-Howdy yall! How 'bout some Texas Holdem or Mississippi Stud?
