I am sitting in my car in front of my grandpa’s. I am writing for the next twenty minutes. My head and body are excited this morning. A hint of stress. Good stress. This morning I drove over in the clothes I slept in. A shirt and a pair of shorts. I picked up a change of clothes from my clean laundry. A white shirt and grey stretchy dress pants. Socks. Underwear. It’s comfy but the white shirt fits tight. I’m not a huge fan of that. My friend and I are meeting some political people this AM. I usually dress a bit more conservatively around those types. So this fit is making me a bit uncomfortable. Maybe that’s a good thing. Maybe I can treat it like an experiment. Notice the results of the dress. If it works for or against me type thing. I’m usually able to get past the first judgement of looks with people. I think because I’m traditionally “attractive” looking. Not that I’m an Adonis but I look alright I think. Tallish, whitish, charismatic-ish, good looking-ish guy. That’s my…
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