[busy signaL]
[Monday, November 21, 2005]
i finally tired of wearing shoes all the time so i decided to look for a decent pair of sandals after work yesterday. when my mother and sister caught wind of this, they naturally asked if they could tag along to do some shopping of their own.
this of course translated into their arriving an hour later than our agreed time, and spending the next two arguing about whether i should prioritize porma or tibay [i finally gave up and purchased both their selections to keep them quiet], then two more window shopping for shoes and bags and whatnot.
it was during the last thirty minutes before i lost my temper and walked out on them that i saw super-metro. he was in the women's footwear section looking over boots for his girlfriend [sister? colleague? himself?], clad in a maroon power suit, amber sunglasses, and sporting slicked-back wavy hair. since i was bored out of my wits, i decided to tail him, in order to determine whether or not his stylings had already pushed him over the gender boundary. after only ten minutes, i was able to find solid backing for my hypothesis, based on the following arguments:
1. when yawning, he did not cover his mouth, something a man truly sensitive to appearances would never fail to do.
2. the ends of a rumpled, untucked, hawaiian-print polo were peeking from underneath his coat. additionally, the polo was short-sleeved, as evident from the lack of hawaiian-print cuffs around his wrists - a fashion no-no if i ever saw one.
3. by sheer coincidence, a woman wearing the exact same suit [from padded shoulders to flared ankles] happened to be passing through. she was perhaps twice as taken aback as i was, since i at least had the benefit of being amused.
of course there is the off-chance that his gender-confusion merely results from false confidence in his sense of fashion. living proof that one need not be metro to look homo.
sige ingat.ΓΌ
posted by stani at 2:25 PM
this of course translated into their arriving an hour later than our agreed time, and spending the next two arguing about whether i should prioritize porma or tibay [i finally gave up and purchased both their selections to keep them quiet], then two more window shopping for shoes and bags and whatnot.
it was during the last thirty minutes before i lost my temper and walked out on them that i saw super-metro. he was in the women's footwear section looking over boots for his girlfriend [sister? colleague? himself?], clad in a maroon power suit, amber sunglasses, and sporting slicked-back wavy hair. since i was bored out of my wits, i decided to tail him, in order to determine whether or not his stylings had already pushed him over the gender boundary. after only ten minutes, i was able to find solid backing for my hypothesis, based on the following arguments:
1. when yawning, he did not cover his mouth, something a man truly sensitive to appearances would never fail to do.
2. the ends of a rumpled, untucked, hawaiian-print polo were peeking from underneath his coat. additionally, the polo was short-sleeved, as evident from the lack of hawaiian-print cuffs around his wrists - a fashion no-no if i ever saw one.
3. by sheer coincidence, a woman wearing the exact same suit [from padded shoulders to flared ankles] happened to be passing through. she was perhaps twice as taken aback as i was, since i at least had the benefit of being amused.
of course there is the off-chance that his gender-confusion merely results from false confidence in his sense of fashion. living proof that one need not be metro to look homo.
sige ingat.ΓΌ
posted by stani at 2:25 PM