Fine with me--I'm more a "blue"-guy anyway, when it comes to clothes (insert whatever wise-ass comment you come up with).
Which actually brings up a weird problem brought my way this evening:
There's a woman I see, a "dancer" (you figure what the quotes mean), who was performing (no use going crazy with quotes) in Louisiana the last couple of weeks, returned to town tonight and came by to see me, and brought me a present--an LSU hoodie(!!!). I was stunned when I pulled it out of the bag; all I could do was (after first swearing and asking if this was a JOKE) shrug, as she burst into tears, and explain that although I guess I understand and appreciate that this was meant affectionately, she had to know I was a Gator (um, you'd have to be both incredibly thick AND self-obsessed not to know at least THIS about me), and that "there is no way in HELL I will ever wear that thing anywhere".
Well, it was a rocky reunion, to say the least, but we got it clear and settled eventually (she's crashed over there across the room, so we made it thru' the tears AND the tantrum)--she still had the receipt, and she's already got a plan to have it returned by mail...but it leaves me with a couple of questions to mull over:
1)Do folks not understand what this sort of thing means to us, how big it is in our lives?
2) Are we nuts? (This last seems to be the answer that gives her comfort, at any rate.)
I'm sure I could have handled this better, but then again, DAMN.