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DaRk AnGel : Why Home : January 2006 : Style Class and character....

Style Class and character....

I have no style..

My wife would not go out in public with me if I chose what I wore out. It embarrassed her that much!! If she laid out the clothes for me, well then everything was fine. And since I really do not care what I wear, it was fine either way. There were times though when I would not let her dress me, it was an easy way out of doing something I felt was akin to having a tooth pulled without anesthesia. Like doing what she called shopping.

When I shop I go in get what is on my list and get out. My ex wife on the other hand would spend a whole day going from store to store to try on lingerie. Most days she bought nothing. Others she would double back to the store where the item was she liked best and purchase it. Those rare times I accompanied her were agony to me. It was easier to say I was choosing my own clothes those days. ( Why spend so much time buying something that would not be on that long anyway?? Never made any sense to me. Also I have never been one to like lingerie. Any shopping day for her was nine or ten hours.)

Anyway she would lay out my clothes for work, for outings, for company, and even had clothes I was supposed to wear for yard work. God forbid that the neighbors see me dressed in something that would embarrass her! That was her worry. That people would think that she chosen outfit. Ergo my having no style meant she had no style.

She bought what she wanted me to wear and I wore all except one item. And every time I threw that one item out, it would reappear. She had some kind of radar and knew when I tried to dispose of them. I mean what kind of man wears booties. Socks that have no top! Not me. Heck it was a battle to get me to wear pink shirts. Only when I realized that it made all the rednecks uncomfortable that I worked with did I decide it was not such a bad idea. Next I learned what mauve and peach and plum were in shirts. That was ok by me. It drove all the macho dudes around here up a wall, especially when their wives would ask them to wear the lighter colors other than white!

She even threatened to sew labels in my things that would be color coded. If I grabbed pants with a green label, all I had to do was find a shirt with a green label. Thank god I traded her in before all that work was done. I can proudly say she is making some other man miserable now.

Now fast forward, and my ex GF also hated my choice in clothes. Being from California, she is all about looking good and being in style. She was aghast when she saw I wore jumpsuits. I do believe it also was one of the things about me that she was ashamed of. And me wanting her to fit in here in redneckville, when she came in the first time I had bib overalls, and a straw hat awaiting her. She was a good sport and wore them here, and I am sure burned them the minute she got home. I also spent a lot of money on good cowboy boots for her, and I am sure they are some dog's toy.

I can say this honestly, I do not dress to impress. Never did and never will. I dress for comfort. Mostly these past years I have lived in short and tee's. I am not color coordinated. I am reach in the drawer and whatever is on top is what is worn. So if clothes do make the man, well I must be a gelding.

Now I do not wear plaids with stripes. I just have an ignorant eye for color. The second time my ex wife saw me, I was wearing sneakers, white socks,light blue shorts, and a bright red shirt. I thought I looked good, she on the other hand always brought that up to people as an example of my lack of style.

I have to be frank here. I liked the fact that she chose my clothes. It made her happier and it was a small sacrifice. It worked for both of us. I like making my mate happy.

My ex GF on the other hand, well she never thought of that compromise. So as long as she let me I wore things intentionally to harass her. Not in a mean way, I find a button and I push it. Maybe that is part the reason she is gone. I just know she is ashamed of so much in me.. See I use double negatives at times. And I speak what is on my mind. I have no tact. I stand up for the underdogs and unfairly treated. I have no style. And I am disabled. A lot to be ashamed of in this old redneck boy, I admit it. That is if those things are the things in life that make you happy and fulfilled.

Oh well I will never know for sure. She had a problem with honesty as well. And never did tell me exactly why I had to be a dirty little secret!

So my flaws are showing, and I do not care! I am who I am, and if my clothes bother anyone that much, there is an option. I can always take them off! Now that is another story all together… One left untold and hopefully not being visualized by anybody as they read this. If so take a few shots of tequila to calm your stomach and help you get the man with no style running nude through your mind - out. Er, I mean limping around nude in your mind!

I have no style, but I have class and character. I love people and will help anyone. I think that weighs much more than anything else. I also speak what is on my mind and how someone wishes to handle the information is up to them. My heart smiles which shines through my eyes when I am happy. And so much makes my heart smile.

As for my ex GF, I never stop loving someone. I have only ever really loved someone twice in my life. And love may change, but it is never gone. I forgive her. Something she cannot do. I hope she finds what she needs in this life. I am sorry that she saw me as not good enough.

And as for my ex wife. She is a great person. Too bad she doesn't know that I am now wearing bootie socks and I love them!

I guess I am on the road to style.. But who dares judge me, I hope they do it by the heart that I have been blessed with. If so I will always be in style.