Lately, I've been finding myself asking Kim to help me get dressed in the morning. The problem is that, as I get older, it's getting harder for me to remember which ties go with which suit. I think part of the problem is that I've branched out a bit with recent purchases. I used to have just brown, black, navy blue, and gray suits. Now, I've thrown olive and cream into the mix and I've got a half-dozen blazers of all different colors. It's become quite complicated.
Today, I'm happy to say that I picked out all my own clothes. But, I had a whole new challenge to overcome. Here's why. I had a lunch meeting today with a guy I've gotten to know at one of the companies on my target list. I sent him a note yesterday to confirm our meeting. He threw me a curveball with his response. He's a runner and he knows that I am, too. In his reply, he said "Come on over at 11:30AM instead of Noon and we'll go for a run before having lunch. We've got a gym in the building and you can change here and then get cleaned up afterwards." It sounded like an interesting idea. "Sure," I said. We were set.
That's how I came to find myself standing in the bathroom this morning going through my underwear drawer in a mild state of panic. Should I wear boxers or boxer briefs? After I made my choice (I'll leave it to your imagination to figure out what I choose), I moved on to the next key decision -- which pair was least threadbare? I literally took each pair out and held them up for inspection. I narrowed it down to two and then made my final choice. I put on the chosen underwear. Now, it was time for the mirror to "inspect" myself. Everything looked great!
The rest of my choices were easy. I went with conservative tan slacks, a white button down shirt, and a checked blazer. Today, it was the underwear that was most important.
As luck would have it, we had a big rainstorm at mid-day. We skipped the run and just had lunch. It tasted extra good in my hand-picked underwear.
This is where the magic happens.
