Wardrobe Disfunction

Once upon a time, when the Wife and I first started dating, I would concern myself matters of wardrobe. Before I'd go to see her, I'd usually put on a button down shirt and ask my roommate, Kristin, to critique. That would result in a primping of the hair, and perhaps a change of a clothing item or two.

As time went by, I became more comfortable with my future bride. As such, perhaps a tee shirt was acceptable. Still, if we were to go out, I'd put on a nicer pair of jeans (perhaps a collared shirt).

Fast forward to last weekend. The Wife and I had been hanging around the homestead. We were dressed to relax, when we decided to go out to a female targeted cinematic tale (aka, chick flick). I realized just how comfortable I am with the love of my life, when I asked if I should bother changing my clothes. I think my actual words were:

"Do I have to put on good pants?"

We went slovenly, and it was blissful.