More out of lack of ambition and the need to get out of the office for a while, I walked into Jeremy's, the clothing store near my office to see what was around. As it is a designer outlet store, sometimes you find wonderful clothes and sometimes you don't find anything.
I'd been sort of dumped earlier that day, by Instant Messenger, by a guy who is intelligent, witty, and has nice abs. He'd been consistent all through our relationship, so while it wasn't a total surprise he was moving on, it was still disappointing.
I was poking around the clothes, seeing what was new, what was affordable, and what would look good on me. I'd taken a late lunch, and the store wasn't very crowded.
After looking at some dress shirts and suit jackets, I began working my way through another rack. The store had received a shipment of Ralph Lauren Purple Label clothes from somewhere and was trying to move them.
After going through the polo shirts, I can across this shiny purple turtleneck. The material was stretchy and sexy and while it was brighter than I would normally wear, I wanted to try it on instantly after I saw it was my size.
Back to the red velvet curtained changing stalls, I took off my shirt and wrestled the turtleneck on. It literally fit like a glove. My nipples were standing up and I was glad I had shaved my chest that morning.
"So this is how it feels to be on the Italian National (soccer) Team," I thought, as I ran my hands over my abs and up to my pecs.
"How does it look?"
I looked in the mirror and then turned in fear, thinking someone had been watching me; before I could think, I poked my head out of the stall and saw this guy, talking to someone else in another stall.
