We browsed at some suits over the weekend. Not so much because I’ve got a new build, but because my current suit has sported a few holes. There was a beautiful 3 piece Hugo Boss suit that they didn’t have in my size, but still was very sharp. I didn’t bother to talk about ordering the suit cause it was $975.
Walking away with Catherine we had this conversation more or less.
“Nice suit, but it was 1k.”
“Oh.”
“Though…my last suit lasted 15 years. So then it’s less than $100 a year…”
“Yeah. But. Uh.”
“What?”
“I don’t know if you can wear that suit in 15 years.”
“What? Why not?” Here I’m thinking she’s implying that my body’s gonna change shape drastically again. Not that I haven’t already gone into a the tailor’s and told them to let out the pants. All the way. Whatever’s legal in the state. (Florida for some reason has the most relaxed laws around this by the way.)
“It’s stylish.”
“Oh. And what? I can’t wear that in 15 years? When I’m…uh…oh…52. Yeah. I guess that wasn’t a 52 year old man’s suit.”
Sucks.