It's Good He's Picked Up Something

If you hang with me, you'll have to deal with a certain lack of closet space, a profusion of apparel and a plethora of fashion magazines. I personally think it's prudent to stay abreast of the trends in fashion so anyone who enters into my little sphere has to work around this rather greedy trait. Poor Fang, hapless victim, has been quite successful in avoiding a role in this aspect altogether. But it doesn't mean he doesn't pay attention.

This morning after I threw myself together for work, I passed Fang in the hallway. "Nice culottes," he said casually. Huh? He is full of surprises for indeed, I was wearing a pair of pin stripped cuffed Banana Republic culottes. Now this is remarkable for most men would have called my clothing item one of the following terms: shorts, gauchos, Bermuda shorts, drawers, short pants, something that guy Angus in AC/DC would have worn, knickers, plus fours and who knows what else. But Fang identified the correct term. I think the dude is actually scanning through my issues of InStyle.

He seems particularly effective in impressing women by referencing clothing items by the right name. The fact that he's so overtly straight is like catnip to cougars, pumas and kittens alike. And PS, the fact that some people refer to him as Sausage Boy seals the deal. He is incredibly oblivious to the fact and exercises a razor edged self deprecation to keep all comers at arms length. Silly man. He could be making out quite well if he knew how to work this angle.

Once during a dinner, he complimented one of our guests on her elegant shoes. "Nice mules," he said. She nearly had an out of body experience because he correctly identified the shoe genre.

He does have a good memory. He'll have to cultivate this further for he'd have quite a future.