a grown up is a child with layers on.

When a man goes out on the town at night, he usually wears his best (or at least tries to). We have spent all week long in our work clothes, whatever our job might be, and it’s the time to show your uniqueness, your style, your personality.

It is not the time to wear your favorite sports logo on a jersey or t-shirt. You go to a sporting event, understandably you sport your team. You do errands on the weekend, wear your pride (just don’t paint your face). You do nothing all day but lounge around the house and sleep, your team would be proud of your support. You help your buddy move and drive the U-Haul, more power to ya to show his new neighbors how much you adore your boys.

But if you are even remotely attempting to garner the attention of a woman who has some sort of pizazz, don’t wear it. She’ll just think you’re a sloppy meathead that could care less about looking put together. It’s not that we can’t appreciate the sport, but that the message wearing it seems to send is not one of major interest. It elicits a non-caring, not thoughtful attitude. If you can’t look nice for me now, when will you?

So, boys, think twice before throwing on your fave hockey shirt before a hot date, that is unless this is infact the message you wish to send.

And ladies, remember this the next time you are fawning over a guy who seems to find himself in nothing but t-shirts resembling the above samples. It’s a very clear sign of what is to come, and we would hate to have to say we told you so… 😉

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then.

Katherine Hepburn

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