What'll you take off me first?

So… baby…

Just in case it wasn't already clear… before you suggest fashion choices for me (for now, anyway) — I hope you're sure of what you're saying…

‘Cause by now you probably know I'm gonna run with ‘em.

And since — for now — you might not have the easiest way to say “Oooops, I've made a terrible mistake…” I can only hope I'm getting it right…

(Side note: discovering that flat cap peddler from New England might’ve been the most dangerous thing to happen to my wallet this winter. But hey — four caps isn’t that bad……… right?)

(Also… I've come to love the ritual of shaving… But if you ever want your bear back? Just know I'm never more than a few weeks away…)

All this is to say: when we're together, I will gleefully wear whatever ridiculous thing you point me to.

‘Course.

Way you look at me?

Probably won't be wearing it long, anyway…

And not that it matters much… because, babe… with you by my side, it's not like anybody's gonna bother looking at me. Except maybe to wonder how I managed to trick a goddess into thinking I was worth her time…

Still.

Wherever everyone else’s eyes go…

I want yours on me.

And I want them to like what they see.

So go ahead, baby — show me what makes your eyes light up. I’ll wear it with a grin… right up until the moment you decide you want it gone.

And if it’s not quite what you had in mind? Well. I’m sure you’ll tell me — and I’ll see what needs fixing.

Dress me up. I'll take care of the rest.

But speaking of fit…

Sometimes I think about that side project you once mentioned… curious if you've really started on it, which… boy… I do love to dream about… but, baby.

Know what I love to dream about even more?

Working on it with you… a little here… a little there… teasing you open, bit by bit, however long it takes…

You know I'm patient. Maybe you don't know that I'm also a process guy.

Just sayin'.

Fashionlessly Yours,
Me